Wanda Poem by Pierre Rausch

Wanda, where I am
Fishes maiden clan
Now some tear and joy
Dear corpus, Roy
As the glory wonders
Wafers, a step safer
After dark, hopeless art
Naked statue, councils too
Dateless as sweet as your kiss
As I cry out, what's this about
Wanda, feel my breath
A fish called class
Now, if only at start
Deep art, the who is who
At age just twenty-two
Adjourned a proceeding and said
A decision on your case
Some was nice, but the rest you’d create
You were disappointed, wanted more
Wanda doesn’t quit, walks the eyelids