Who can understand the wild thing
Clinging to the crying tree
Running over mountains
Long hair held like a wedding veil by the ghosts who sing.
Who can understand the wild thing
Balletting from one man to another
Screaming to the judge that she won't do this, again
Not telling her parent, anything.
Who can understand the wild thing
Complaining about the summer's oven burn when it was caused
by too much blond skin sun
Riding the wilds of nature, not missing a dead spider carried
away by ants
Always observed by buzzards, ready to lick her bones on the wind.
© Copyright joan joesting 1978
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