She wears dirty rags

Sewn.all.up with pink lace and sateen ribbons

She stares at dirty faces

Lying in gutters all.tied.up in their misery

Her hair is long and freeflowing

Sweeping the ground by where she sits

Hard brick /walls/

Line her mind and leave you with nothingatall

To understand why.she.stays.

Mud smears her reflection,

Face.to.face she frightens you--

Crazed longing in.her.eyes.

The puddles at her feet liestilllikeglass

/Break/ her,