Into the Jaws of Financial Transfer (a poem)

Hair that needed combing
leaves embedded in complicated entanglements
she was a wild woman
from beyond the snow line

  She was a call for-herself unto-others
wolves in the yard loved her too
fate barely keeping them at bay
where they chased after deer along the shore

  Like the fog on the horizon
a Marilyn Monroe archetype
her assets drew followers
though caller ID said she was from Nigeria

  The legend of scam was a hearty pudding
drawing emotion like a troop surge
so onward rode the six-hundred
into the jaws of financial transfers.