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41 ELEGY FOR GETZ Rough tongue, wet reed, a working girl’s heel lithe blood, nude bricks, a sorcerer’s creel A cantaloupe’s grin as flesh slips from the shell A ditch digger’s bossa, the favela’s smells A samba’s raw onion sliced into threes A mouthful of light released on the sea Dirt road, raw skin, the ocean on fire Curved claw, spiked toad, cool lizard desire The torturer’s daughter, the disappeared’s shoe Fresh bruises that throb, it’s the blood, it’s the blood Old tracks, black beans, the birth water’s gush Chipped tooth, hot nails, a bolt of caçhaca A tongue touch of sweat on a bare collarbone Red dance of that horse, a slingshot stone Bright horn, brief life, brass tunnel of scars Each breath, cracked seed, blown pollen of stars ...

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