Eulogy for Venus
EULOGY FOR VENUS
I'm in New Jersey
visiting the grave
of Venus Xtravaganza
in North America
where cars go fast
and people die every
minute
all the latex in Asia
all the garlic in Egypt
could never afford
such tears
show me a place not known
by a camera, and I'll show you
a fast plane to China, red
South African soil, or the
sweet lips of children
back in Mississauga
where the world works
and the sun is a mask
(and the sun is your father
from whom we stole horses)
I tear off my eyebrows and
will my hair into Davolian curls
kneeling to rest a posy of flowers
at the lotus feet of Venus