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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