cut-up
Ancient knowledge surfaces from
Her deepest reflections and
Draw me, while drawing a soulful
and unrepentant world from strings of gut.
A keen ear knows that on her back
Lie the reclaimed heart and life
Once abandoned as rusted and crumbling artifacts,
Abraded and broken apart from abuse and abuse and abuse.
This ancestral source that makes good of such ill
wells from her bright eyes as she belts out
a restless bluesy, revealing the long hidden
poet-child the world once extorted.
The gnarled and knowing hands
make for a great musician
after she did her time.
There was no one more beautiful.
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