She's a very kinky girl
The kind you don't take home to mother
She will never let your spirits down
Once you get her off the street
A woman waits on a distant star she is traveling to.
She waits for herself to arrive.
But first she has to embark.
3, 2, 1… ignition.
All systems a go for the facelift.
Her face lifts off into space.
She heads for the distant star
And the young woman waiting for her there.
A man who wanted to look better
But not younger is red
Swells of raw.
Later they will remove the staples.
Ten weeks later
They are younger.
They pull over
Their head a sock of skin.
One day the girl sees in the mirror a girl
Laughing so hard her face falls off in her hands.
You can see the inside of the face.
The front of her head is an amputee’s smooth stump.
Her old woman’s body is a bag of spotted slop.
The gentleman at least is doing fine.
His face peeks through the shower curtains
Of his previous face.
In the tomb air
Of the spacecraft they get more perfumed
As they painstakingly near
The hot banks of the Nile, so green and fertile.
Heart is safe in a dish of preservative.
Face is a box for the telemetry for the journey.
Perishable slaves caravan the monumental blocks of stone to the site.
The faceless likeness deafens the desert.
By Frederick Seidel
From the Cosmos Trilogy, 2003