by Alex Ranieri

 

After a lifetime of slime

and slithering we approach

the click-clack-clatter

of sky-high heels in high-end hotels.

 

Who would suppose such

a thing, a

(former)

insect living it up by

 

putting on the Ritz in all

Four Seasons, pruning to the tune of

rubber reality, bending and stretching.

Life, what a life.

 

Such an acrobat trapeze.

 

Human beings no longer skyscrapers but

life-sized. Out

with the old, too too small for the ego

of warm-blooded flesh. In

 

with the New:

 

the New, made

on the shrugging

shoulders of our own world-

weary

Atlas.