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Subject: Homecoming Queens
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Date: Mon, 10-Oct-83 22:45:42 EDT
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Posted: Mon Oct 10 22:45:42 1983
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This probably would not be considered a full-fledged poem by the purists
(including myself), but I don't write much poetry (I'm much better at
documentation), and this is my first submission to net.poems, so please
bear with me....

          HOMECOMING QUEENS
          
          Toothsome women
          With careful coiffures (or studied dishevelment)
          Smile from insistent posters.
          
          They hope I will notice the sweet regular features
                                  the sweet undulating bodies.
          But I see the angry dying faces
                    the empty dying faces
                    the empty dead faces
              (the unshed tears in the eyes tell the story
               and the pained tension pulling the smiles just slightly awry)

          They mourn at their own funerals (so young!)
               they feel the death of their thinking
                                      their loving
                                      their caring
                                      their mattering
                                      their humanity.
               only their sweet undulating bodies remain,
               which only dead men can enjoy....

          Corpses are the campus elite,
          unnecessary corpses (I join their mourning, but...)
          
          You are still young!
          You can turn around and live!
          You can give the world not just the beauty of your bodies
                                      but the beauty of your spirits
                                              (yes, you too can love)
          You can be loved and wanted not just by men's bodies
                                               but by men.

          Let the pattern of clouds and colors in your souls
          be the sunrise of your life, the start of a limitless day,
          not the sunset, the beginning of an endless, inescapable night.
          
          Please come be human....

-- Jeff Sargent/pur-ee!pucc-h:aeq