We stand in ranks, so varied as to height
from short to tall. And some of us wear boots,
some sneakers, or high heels- whatever suits,
is not too great a nuisance in a fight.
One has long hair, the next a shaven head.
Hotpants and ballgowns. Mostly we wear jeans.
One stands stiff-backed, the next one yawns and leans
Against a handy well. We can’t be led
or even told.Best not get in our way.
Think that we chose a path that leads through pain
to bliss, and of the grim smiles that remain
on lips that joke and kiss. You sometimes say
we’ve hurt you. Bindel,you must know you lie.
Imagine what we could do, if we try.