Disputed Hair

In this too, unsound acrimony
Like the tide in history ebbing clothes
And sundry garbages into place
For observations, the children
In her brocade, in her watching out
For the real wilderness at the zoo
Looks left from the Walrus tank
And sees a sludge in the drain
Near an ivory colored napkin,
An ice cream cone tusk nibbling
The edges around her remembered
Scars, her clouds inverted
To a future of drowned hair,
A loose and muscular fixing into place.