Monument to an unknown woman worker
They are wearing the tools of everyday work:
typewriter slung around the waist; telephone
over the chest, receiver attached to one arm.
The shopping basket loops, unexpectedly,
through the taller one’s breasts. A baby’s bottle
tilts down from her clavicle as if to moisten a nipple.
Baby’s dummy in her ear: a convenient
place to store it. Between broad shoulders,
mimicking trapezoid muscles, a coat-hanger;
fish-slice and colander cleave to each buttock.
Fauna steps away laughing as if she’d just chatted
with these women, shared a joke, outside the Great
Northern Mall, one cold March, in Belfast.