when the time comes

so what i didn't carefully see the face
of the nude descending the staircase
or observe with enchanted eyes
the fair matron gioconda
for me is the dame with the one naked breast
leading the charge on bastille
in the powder and the din
and frenzy of fighting
she was lost when
the dust had settled and
the fires were put out
and now i seek mutinies
insurrections rebellion
wherever she will be
at the head of restless crowds
pouring out of narrow lanes
onto the citadel
drunk on empty stomachs
where spirit is the end of flesh
and love is arson