When, She Is

When, She Is

When was she?

She stands still, she stands still
In men’s dreams she
Lives for who she is in this
Casual cyclic drill, one drill
Stretching and striking her domain’s
Ignorant.
Everyone feels, feels this drill
Grinding into the flesh of
Blood and steel
Her creatures are chained and numbed,
No one grieves.
Alas, the Ignorant
She is as casual as he permits.
When he grasps her slender hand
She slips behind and
He adds, wisp by wisp to
What he thought she was to be,
Already.
Completely under trivial mercy,
Golden shackles round and round…
In dreams of query
He stands still, he stands still.

When was she,
When is she...
When, she is.

~tc©