This was once perceived as an order to kill.
In my head, it's simply muppets dancing.
There's a polaroid photo, the filtre leaked.
And we were all dead.
The Vise Princess left for Dead.
Just another callous amusement.
The illusionist speaks through young women,
with broken hearts, fractured minds, and sutred wombs.
These words waltz to a rhythm older than ice.
The Mancius Wobbly Girls, 1986
Original drafting of this poem can be found in the Dallas Times Herald Archives under Yolanda Smith & M. Elizabeth Bond