LITTLE GODS
i have heard a trumpet player
where the son of man was hung
breathe out lightening and lilies
with his giant lungs
and the tears of a woman
breathe a luminous melody
primordial hum
so you could trace their ancestry
all the way back to the sun
you could enter the light
tightrope walking that ringing wire
devil, devil setting souls afire
i have heard the desert woman
counting grains of sand
covered in viscous heat
her throat and her hands
lift in song her desert tales
rainmaker, wash our sins away

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