papa legba

learning
from legba

how to howl

sing

trace his tongue

distance
between shadow speaking

silence
papa legba

sometimes you sleep

on my shoulder

limbs
like dark sheets

on death's bed

so it is
said

sit there
watching you

clear head

so clear

seeing scenes
from struggle
i never left

i never left

holding ho high
surrounded
by bitter
buildings

only capital
can conceive
as grandeur
men obliterating
images of i

speer's spires
of light

darkness
only dumbest
design

for followers
following to finite
farce

operettas in flames
in dresden's baritones
become balls
of fat

teacher of latin
drips into wheelbarrow

flood of fat

human
beings lard

less
less
than that they worthless
to last

last
i like
to talk to
legba of history

he seeks space

between my cross
eyes

looks away
laughs

arranging flowers
in form
of father

Christopher Barnet

Christopher Barnet

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