Cedar Sigo, Micah Ballard & Will Yackulic |
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Black Ghost
Make this sweet body rise,
stretch and tremble with life
with a band of wax at dawn
the folds fall away
These nails have seen no other
too good to breathe
& give way to those
worn in and spilled out
The shipwreck echoes back
figures against the glass
to do the work, the keys,
the riot, the ones