Going, Going, Gone 1998

 

        Going, Going, Gone

You’ll think that I’m a wimp,

This, lamentation.

This is not a whine or ‘wingeing’ –

This is for the women

Just to show we are one breed.

Besides which, I am scientific:

Deep inside I need to measure.

 

I succeed in looking good with color from the pot,

The dew is definitely gone.

Pose, clothes achieve a lot,

But lines above the lip define

What hairs betray with deadly aim –

That estrogen has passed away:

Estrogen has stayed its time.

Cropping up and popping out on eyebrow, chin

Where corners of the mouth cave in,

Unpredictable as blight.

Fifty-six was nifty-six.

Flaws would go back overnight.

Now muscle, ligaments within

Need more protein:

Wrinkly, crinkly

Thigh king-post twinkly.

Sanity or vanity –one’s more and one’s reduced,

This warp insidious

Yet nothing-ness.

Perhaps we’re really walking minds;

Organisms old as now,

Young as a nineteen thirty-four,

Youth-eating time, the omnivore

Where body’s going, going, gone.

If one is not to give a fig,

But keep on digging

Out of scientific interest,

Dressing up until the interest dies away,

That’s quite okay.

It’s just a game. I’ll play.

©

 

Going, Going, Gone 98.10.26Circling Round Woman; Birth, Death & In Between; Circling Round Wrinkles;

Circling Round Vanities; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative; Circling Round Nature;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

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