Coon, why did you come to this dance <br />with a mask on? Why not the tin man <br />and his rainbow girl? Why not Racine, <br />his hair marcelled down to his chest? <br />Why not come as a stomach digesting <br />its worms? Why you little fellow <br />with your ears at attention and your <br />nose poking up like a microphone? <br />You whig emblem, you woman chaser, <br />who do you dance over the wide lawn tonight <br />clanging the garbage pail like great silver bells?<br /><br />Anne Sexton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/raccoon-4/
