Image: Bert Stern
On a slab
frozen rigid
too full, too bright.
Buried in laughter,
and cascading glitter,
she waves zealously
at the troops.
Did she survive-
a child asks worried,
or die from lock jaw?
with bombs bursting,
all around inside a nightmare...
8 comments:
Wow.
So vivid!
:)
I read once that Marilyn had happy moments when she stood in front of adoring troops ... I hope that is true. Nice writing.
dang vivid close on this one...a life of those bombs...one right after another...
Izzy...
You are terrific!
short and to the point...and sweet too
yes, too bright!
You know, I bet she loved that they needed her up on that stage to give them hope and courage. For once, it wasn't ALL about sex. :)
wow- excellent! Bravo!
wow. This one punched me right in the gut. Nice job.
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