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Those who congregated

to heat the room

swore to never do it   again,

never whip the mare,

feed it bee stings,

or dice fishing line and bait

horizontally on the mattress

to be mauled by wolves

that leave paw prints over our tangled hair.

from Flood SongFind it in the library

Copyright © 2009 Sherwin Bitsui
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc.
on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.

Published in Poems Sherwin Bitsui

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