Ms. Schadenfreude Meets the Morotcycle Black Madonna
No dashboard virgin glowing protection
or mobile prayer -- this one is hell
on wheels, gunning her engines and ready
for whatever rough road lies ahead.
She’s already been down a few,
taken her share of hits and bumps, scrapes
and side-swipes and near-misses. They’ve left her --
not mean, as some might suggest -- just prepared
for whatever worst she may someday run into.
She can laugh over spilled milk, watch water
flow over the dam or under the bridges others might
feel inclined to try and mend without braking
for nostalgia. Ms. Schadenfreude admires her
chutzpa, not to mention her leather outfit – the hint of veil
on her helmet a relic of the woman she was
before she took her place among more earthy angels.