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
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