Ragdoll Physics

Pick a limb, any limb,
and during the descent
in which, having slipped
from a starry altitude,
and forgotten her wings that day,
her body and the ground
heading for a meeting
like two horny cheetahs,
she'll do her best
to surprise you. Which part
will snap like raw spaghetti
and leave her Picasso'd on the flagstones?
Ha! Didn't know the head was a limb,
did you?
Onward! Tom and Jerry
have nothing on this can-do dame.
Her bouncebacks make parlour tricks
of Lazarus and Easter.
Of course, we only press on
to find higher ledges
from which to plummet,
placing money
on which bit
of her lean, spring-loaded frame
will submit and buckle, tear
or dislocate, go rogue
while marinara blood collects.
I put fifty on her tits.