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All Too Human Splinter of lightning in the hot night sky. It may be the sign of John the Revelator coming back again, blood dances On Bayou St. John before it bleeds into the lake. It may be voodoo I need, Goofer dust and a chicken foot, tribal rhythms of the body, Not that God whose kindness has been much discussed And preached and denied. You know the one I mean, the old one of the dark testament. When He’s feeling frisky, we get toads and hail, firstborn Gutted in their cribs. We get the only son murdered for the greater good. I’ve got Akron in my back pocket, New Orleans in my heart. My mind shines like a new nickel, And I wouldn’t give a dull penny for my thoughts. On this boulevard of the southern rose, I’ve seen Vague haloes around the streetlamps, My patron saints watching over me in the long rain. In this season of distress, when the black dog barks, I’m like a woman who’s been Fucked dry, fore and aft, all her secrets open to the eye. • • • 92 I remember that other yesterday, waking alone in the broken dawn, Anguish brimming at the tongue. In the sleepy story of our lives, it’s too late for everything. 93 • • • ...

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