Beyond the pale

Clammy hands, breath jumping out
Of its own body
Be still now, be still
Woman with purple wool scarf
Overpowering with the sweetness of her perfume
Be still now, be still
Muscles of the jaw are taut
Thin and fragile at tipping point
Be still now, be still
The number 42 trundles along, choked with fear and neuroses
Say thank you, remind the feet to walk
Be still now, be still