She rode a stubborn horse with her hose in the air
And rose from the dunghill with glittering hair
The penthouse upstarts ogled and stared
At the frontier girl breathing city air
The coddled moll in her urban lair

Long ago she was a ragpicking seamstress without a home
Today I unbury her members from liquefied stone
Like a telltale heart in search of the multifold
I find the Molly the pornographers stole
A darkly beautiful songstress with holes in her soul

Written by © Nevada Kerr
27th January 2003.