Depilatory

Perfect and polished
With your shiny legs and hair -
Arranged, cut bouquet.

Groomed and coddled, you
Can sit and stare, vague still-life,
No finger lifted,

No ugly sparking;
Even your crudeness makes no
stink. How nice to be

Availed of that, while
This caricature of you
Skins and claws their way

Up. Shaving the sides
Of some old pit. This stubble
Pulls against the blade.