Camera pans left

to right,

men with rubbery necks pry,
watching the carnivalesque
performance of an all-female troupe,
lips gnarled drifting laughter

across room
to the parade of mounting anger,
one partisan has the face of a crocodile,
the body of a woman.

Jeering is contagious,
it has a domino effect – 
the disease is oppression.

She begs for eyes and ears:
‘I have cried for so long
without anybody listening.’