Memory Of Eusthacia Poem by David McLansky

Black eyes, black curls, white skin,
She dances in the smokey din;
Tapping on her tambor bells,
Shoulders bare, her bosom swells;
A Gypsy twirls around the room
Casting spells o'er host and groom;
She circles round the clapping hands
And taunts the soldiers, man by man;
She stamps her naked feet on floor,
Bows and dips, then skips some more;
She is a tease, a lovely brazen,
Designed to rob men of their reason.