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9 Cherries

o when the hammers of the witnesses of heaven are raise all together up yonder, there will be dumbness in the choir tonight when the voices are raise all together black kites flying on what should be a holiday there will be silence in the cathedral a woman love a man she will lick the sweat from his forehead she will walk miles to see im and wait for him by the corner she will bear his children loudly upon the earth is firm foot toes searching the topsoil gripping the instep, the angles of knub. ankle &heel are grey w/the roads w/the long hypodermics ofnoon the dress tucks itself over the blackbuttocks into the suction of thighs, the hip is a scythe ss S Cherrie/ for OdaJe grass growling along the hillside , she will bend forward w/the hoe. huh and the gravel will answer her. so she will swing upward w/the hoe. huh and the bones of the plantation will come ringing to meet her. so her sweat will water the onions &the shaddock &the wild thyme she will bear his children proudly but when he turns sour on her. scowling, wiping her face with his anger stiffening his spine beside her on the bed. not caressing her curves w/eyelash or word or jook of the elbow, she will curdle like milk the bones of the plantation will come ringing to meet her. so the bucket will rattle in the morning at the stannpipe but there will be nowater the skillet will rattle at midday but there will be no milk she will become the mother ofbastards when the hammers are raise alltogether rows of iron teeth swinging down, huh there will be dumbness in the choir tonight y6 when the voices are raise alltogether black fists gathering storm on what is not a holiday, there will be silence in the cathedral the light will fall through pains of glass on broken stone, on steps that can go no father, on love alive bleeding on its thorns when a woman love a man when a man naddent if thereare ways of saying yes i do not know them if thereare dreams i cannot recall them to the light if there is rage it is a cool cinder in the heat of the day i swear i will sweat no more knife, bill-hook, sweet bramble i will burn in my bush of screams hoe. i will work root. mud. marl, burden needle, i will sew thread, stitch, embroideried image J7 jesus. i will serve thee knee, copper, rain falling from heaviest heaven of storm but i will drink you no more torch you no more sweaten you out on the lumps of the mattrass no longer the hoe will stand in the corner by thebackdoor cane flowers will flicker w/rainflies but there will be no crop-over songs the fields will grow green soundlessly the roots will ribbon until they burst and then they will ribbon again until they burst but there will be no kukoo or okro orjugg . the needle will grow rusty in the cloth . pin. pinch of thread, thimble it will make no silver track &tremble far into the night no dress will take shape over my head slipping down like water over my naked breasts the seats of the chapel will remain empty the wicks burning at altar until daybreak fatten by shadows and moths yr foetus i will poison dark dark mollusc spinach susum suck-de-well-dry bush ^ the child still fish, still lizard wrinkled gill &croakinggizzard i will destroy blinding the eyeballs pulling out the flag of its tongue by the shreddards ripping open the egg of its skull w/sunless manchioneal blisters i will carrythe wet twitching rag bearing your face, conveying your futureless race in its burst bag of balls to your doorstep mcioaci it will cry£ the windows will be pulled down tight against the wind mccouiuiui it will howl & a black dog will go prowling past the dripping pit latrines & when the moon is a wild flower falling through cloud from patch to shade you will see it once our child our toil of touch our sharing sitting under the sandbox tree, smiling, smiling, smiling slipping its plate of bleed these images of love i leave you now ino longer need you man...