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Sunday, April 05, 2009

The Gypsy Rojo, Descending


holding up the weight of heavy eye lids
in a flicker the blackest souls from heaven descend
chanting in ancient tongue for the protector
falling backwards on the bus floor
the yellow eyes tearing the metal roof back
grounded to the salt swept floors the next soul emerges

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