persimmon press
Monday, November 29, 2010
southern song.
she bled and bled, brick dust red
combed bayou, in night-hour blue
(patron saint, whispered faint)
knelt down, swept ghost-white gown
she will pray, love come to stay
and that devil wake, her soul to take.
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