Marilyn
On display like cans of soup
stacked on shelves in a shop
her identical faces screened in silk
fifty images lined up in neat rows
stacked as if on shelves in a shop
a branded icon of the movies
fifty images lined up in neat rows
a perfect product of her time
a branded icon of the movies
in bright yellow, pink and blue
a perfect product of her time
until her shining star blurs
from bright yellow, pink and blue
to slated monotones
until her shining star blurs
as ink smudges over her image
to slated monotones
and she is blacked out
as ink smudges over her image
and she fades almost to nothing.
She is blacked out
fifty stills of her on the wall
but she fades to almost nothing
a ghosted outline of a movie star.
Fifty stills of her fill the wall
but she becomes invisible to us
a ghostly outline of herself.
And she died, just one, alone.
