what amazing warfare we conducted
on the miss canada beauty pageant
toronto 1975
dark rainy night
moon in scorpio
over mudfields
and barbed wire
we moved silently
stealthily
in formation
as our third world sisters must
with ammunition
faces hard set
purposeful and unrelenting
our energy converged
to burst upon the keepers of the alien
performance
custodians of bodies and mind
less gestures
shaking for an instant this repetition
our sisters!
lost in male definitions of "Beauty"
glamour dispelled
in one instant of profundity
before the looks of shock and horror
are replaced by feigned enchantment
once again
ruffled skirts and collars
remain of the disorder
a game disturbed at its climax
to be replayed
over and over again
until our forces multiply
they know we're around
international womens year
Ms Canada next year!
making us feel we owned a year
or rather trying
no charge it's free!
they buy our souls each year
Lynn Kirk (1975)
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