To a Fat Lady Seen From the Train

• O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
• Missing so much and so much?
• O fat white woman whom nobody loves,
• Why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
• When the grass is soft as the breast of doves
• And shivering sweet to the touch?
• O why do you walk through the fields in gloves,
• Missing so much and so much?