The last of the leaves
are falling
on the Bamboo Bar queens
dancing straight-armed
arm-in-arm
a tango into the past:
and the pregnant moon
ellow with corn
highlights
bleach-blond hair
Clamping rags in their teeth
new-age roses
for their flamenco
they chant and
dance with fervour,
amazons godstruck
with love and death
fever
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