The ulotrichous ape dances on her face,

Pirouetting across the scalpel

Which digs into her cornea

Placed in a strait-jacket,

Constricted under light twilight,

Sterile instruments chisel

At her skull

A colliery of unspoken diction;

Her displeasure is bellowed as the ape dances

In the control center of cleanliness,

Spawning future psychiatric patients

Dancing,

Weaving,

Pinching,

Butchery

The shunt stabs into her optic nerves;

Replacing the bruises of an ape

When its overworked glands

Become adorned with perspiration

She was blinded by the

Bracelet for her bravery:

Plastic, cheap, offensive;

But, trembled at the thought of more,

With coriander sprinkled

Over her clumping eyelashes

And the ape still dances on her face,

While a distant picnic proceeds

As she became a quagmire of

Her mother’s nagging, medicine,

English muffins, and heart burn capsules

To defeat the ape,

To feed it to its masters,

I pray for such a day