The woman in black,
only her unsmiling face visible
stalks the sidewalk
signalling religion like a war cry-
commanding space like a leper.
She does not want men to note
her body-
but few anyway would,
she wants only her husband to admire her-
she is a possession.
When he dies
She marries another.
Then another-
Her blackness shielding her otherwise from life.
In the end, for her, all is marriage and sex.
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