All The Fine Young Girls

Erwin Domingo

Imagine your young
loves all dead.
The skinny one,
all taut nipples
and willing ass
exuding energy.

Under the earth.

The short, roundish one
who screamed for
the Savior every time
she came.

With him now.

The sophisticated
Greenwich beauty,
out of your league,
but intrigued by
your callow
working class

Long in the grave.

How can such
living, warm, smart
presences simply
fall off the earth?

But they do fall,
and everyday,
more of them.

And you will follow.