What legacy did Imelda leave?
Hording shoes like baby digits
The upping of a posture
High heeled to legs at the top
And toes as red as crimson
Slide into slippers that feed foot balm
Tripping over a staircase made of slithery soles
Ankle straps made of a misrepresented blossoming
Sensible professorship’s happy feet
Of flats and laces
Trainers for the untrained eye
And feet binding the gang plank walk
Aboard the ship sailing on the sea of womanhood.