Tuesday, August 31, 2004

On the Subject of Immortality: Modjadji the Rain Queen

On immortality, high
and all of your mighty
tricky ways to make it
rain. Poor old queen
began again, had to
begin again.
I’m so
tired, but all of this
spinal crocodile
soup keeps me awake,
eyes made of ceiling.
It’ll always be what
amazes me, what queens do.

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