ring a bell over my head
sing it, sibilant, to send some sense into it
but don't think for a second
that the child has emerged pink and bruiseless
i can't hold the ropes to yoke an oxen in the palm of my hand
and i can't hope to sew anything near as bold
as a shroud, clung to
i am made very heavy by the warp and the weft
you may hope for a little gold
as if it's my cause to make gold from dross
wine, water, milk, honey, and a little juice from a myrtle berry
stretch one thread between a tambour and see if it don't yoke
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