Poetry By Dee Allen (Inspired by the statue “Ecstasy” by Das Mann & Cusolito)
This girl called Ecstasy
Walks through Patricia’s Green in Hayes Valley,
As she does everyday.
Taller than all the rest.
Larger than life.
It’s not hard to catch sight of her
Last seen on Octavia Boulevard, Ecstasy
Of scrap-metal skin,
Machine-cog toes, flexing
Wrought-iron & pipe limbs, long, flowing
Chain & hook tresses,
Covered in rust
Acquired from past, forgotten rains
Continues her afternoon walk, nothing else matters,
Tossing her head back to face the open sky,
Anticipating potential fortune
That lies at the end of her day.