Nicholas Ravnikar

Good Girl Gone Wild


Come into this dark,
dark wood till your
eyes have seen what
made this lady move:

What luck your walk
that need your mind
held feet from fall,
made fall each foot,

From what seat here
life gave, thus, made
from some iron pipe
used into rust there

Look what she’s gave
your eyes, that head
held such idea, your
self then goes away.