We Have Seen Her Dismantling Poem by Nancy Ames

We have seen her dismantling, with
quick, precise fingers, piece by piece,
the ugly metallic structures that are
lurking here, you know, on every single
side-street, thrusting their obscene,
crooked challenge up at the blue domed
expanse of bright prairie sky.

I get the impression that the crooked
metal things are secretly hoping to
attract some balloons, at least, with
their ugly art, but really they only prohibit
the balloons from landing on the real
estate at all.

She is almost certain now that the metal
things must be growing after midnight
because they are so very black, oddly
unreflective under the inflated moon,
but she has to sleep some time, doesn't
she? '