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SOUTHERN SYNCOPATED 
SINGER S 
IME’S full moon! 
I The land coots stalk by on tall fingers. 
j J Birds scream 
and steadily march the white ants. 
In the full moon of the limes 
the pygmies howl to each other, 
notes piercing sweet and wild. 
Their gods stand darkling round them 
and the drums make a heavy tired noise 
of large leaves turning. 
In greasy light 
our godhead shines within us thinly. 
Clothed in piercing sound 
the granite fetishes 
brood through sunken eyes. 
JOHN RODKER