From a grand genealogy of women you came
Dressed in smoldering black leggings and an attitude
Your grand look varying, refined and rude by turns
Always averted. Through the refractory of history
You slink inside the Factory, getting tight, then loose.
Thin as a fading whistle, beautiful while you lasted
You had a history of getting around, and it went
Like this:
From walking the streets of the city to driving
A gray Mercedes to getting chauffeured as a lady
To walking the streets again. Darling of the camera lens
Throughout your fifteen minute reign, you claimed
Your fame. In Life you were a mover and a shaker,
In Vogue a youthquaker, in Time a heartbreaker.
You had a history of leading men, and it went
Like this:
From schoolboy effeminate to artist degenerate
To doctor, biker, and intellectual
Who buried you with no great spectacle.
Rest now, Edie, free from strife, be something
You never were in life. Stretch out in place as you
Did on your bed at nineteen, free from a scene
Before your history, before a life that went
Like that.