She doesn’t have arms

                                   Like me

Her vision utterly dead
She stands in a showcase
Frozen stiff
                                   Like me

With difficulty,
She manages to cling
To the rocky robes of culture
Between her legs
And stony lips
Closed tight

                                  Like me

Women in the cities melt
Turn into statues of Venus
A primeval woman
Lets out a stony scream
The city collapses
At her feet
Throwing the sky
In disarray