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Poem: Do Not Pass Her By
Wrote a Poem About Talequa Carrying Another Lost Baby. I was possessed by something as I wrote this.
Up above my head,
the music in the air
drives us to march to the sound.
Pass her not, oh gentle savior
Drives us past migrations
gone and undergoing,
drives past murmations
turbulent and non
and crow scales overdubbed
by our soul claps
Hear her humble cry
Spans above our echo
pass over painted columns,
pass over accountruments
and stained windows lants
blunting those bedeviled by exodus.
While on other’s thou out calling
Rumbles of patterns
call country flocks
ro the pebble shore.
Cross flights drown out bishop calls
the water is now sunday witness.
Do not pass her by. Do not pass her by.
Black wings and rural pews
weave their hidden estuaries.
Jays kneel among Jordans took off in rocks
in hidden northwest…
