Francesco Levato

Bootstrap, Pyre, Shattered Teeth

Blame it all on frenzy, or the calamitous prophetic

        the boot came down        again, and again.

        Someone said stomp, a crowd gathered,


               What outfit is appropriate, what shoes

for such a day.

        Apollonia had her teeth pulled

with pliers by one account,

                      another had them shattered

        boot strap black.

                      Someone likened it to a soccer ball,

how her head was lifted from the pavement,

        saying something that sounded like chastity,

or maybe it was pyre.

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