She is not Of This World
the world of common people
though she was born there
her Beauty
the regularity of her features
the softness, the smoothness of her skin
her Perfect teeth
her
Dangerous Smile
Trapped
in Denial
refusal
to Look At
to See the thousands
the millions blown away on the wind
the souls wrenched from bodies
in choking asphyxiation
Xyclon gas bursting inside capillaries
blood boiling
can’t Scream
the air Forced from lungs
No Inspiration
the mother Expires
the sister
the baby
whole lineages Destroyed
thousands of Years of refinement
the Art the Music the Songs
the Brilliance of millennia
Erasure was Tried
did Not Fully succeed
however
tell That to those left behind starving
bereft
unclothed and unhomed
their families Torn Apart
memories Blasted
Negated
he weighed her down with diamonds
sparkling with facets
winking frenetically in the starlight
she could barely lift her hand
and the brocade wedding train so long
so heavy
she could hardly walk
he put a Stop to forward motion
imprisoned her in gold and jewels
chains of such glowing and electrifying Value
she was Frozen
and then there was the Child
she was Truly a trophy standing Gorgeously
Still bedazzling
Stunning
an Icon no longer a Woman
of her Own
a symbol of His Power, His Potentiality
while she is Petrified
Immobile
Statuesque
Going Nowhere of her Own volition
she thus remains a Symbol
of someone Else’s Glory
someone Else’s Mark upon the world
her riches not hers
but the product of his Magic Wand
a mirage shimmering in Golden Light
for as long as He wishes
the Golden One
the Diamond Bedecked mock goddess
at Center Stage knows Nothing of this
protected by religion and coloring
by her very disempowerment
her acceptance of the role
of Arm Candy
© 2021 pamela twining
art: Gustav Klimt - Woman in Gold
