Like Scarlett

The helicopter downdraft knocks her flat
each time she spins and starts to sing. So goes
the anecdote, now the camera looks
kinder and her voice sounds so much thinner
than the wind. She shows her breasts and children
splutter in their Ovaltine. No nanny
or novice she: in a Berlin nightclub,
she impersonates a man, in revenge
for Nazi propaganda, which - although
it makes her name on wartime radio -
leads her to this mountain pass, where goats crop
edelweiss with teeth efficient as Swiss
Army knives. Like Scarlett, she wears a dress
of curtains and pulls herself together.