the drunkard & the sundown song
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was it not he who died at sundown
the Sunday born?
was it not she who wove her shadow by the wall
the Monday child?
she is an idiot
he is a herring
the Friday Herbalist has inquired.
the fish in their eyes swam against the tide
the yellow in their eyes turned fever
but he is still an idiot
born with a gun and no powder to fire.
the night scares away the song of babies
they lie with heads against chest hairs
snoring to the Spirit in the crescent moon,
mama died
& arose gain
through the pistol
of papa!
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