Amish in the Theater of Lust

by David Ackley

Through the parking lot

They came.  Amish

so we reasoned

from the tails

on the white hats of the women


The girls in their starched white bonnets

and sensible shoes, their white aprons and uniformly

blue jumpers,

their long black stockings


And the trailing men in their suspenders and starched

beards,  their black zipperless pants


The girls and women half-loping

toward the sliding doors

the men holding back

with whatever dignity remains

between tour bus and Walmart

amid the wild dying pigmented gasp

of the rampant leaves

in the fall of the year.