Tonight, they crack off of marble
pedestals, rubble without cause
or compassion, they riiiiipppppp
down the entire length of a page
from your anatomy textbook, or
worse yet from Abercrombie wall
hangings and catalogues, leaving
behind jagged shadows, thick white
brows of the silent front porch watcher,
they rotate down the street, back and
forth, inadvertent sashay born of a lack:
no arms, legs, heads, eyes, but perhaps
the rakish wiggle is deserved, yes, this
is a night for ostentation, this is the night
the torsos will have their revenge, claw
their way out of obscurity with nothing
but idealized abs and radar blip nipples,
yes, swallow the human heart whole, ribs
like teeth that close together, mesh, swallow.