Friday, July 14, 2017

Kit Kelen #559 - guembri



559
guembri
(gnaoua)

like a pencil points
savage scribble

tug down the twine to tune

impression of all things passed
fallen to prayer
made music just to be

there are eyes in everything
a lot of plight to come to colour
just this rhythm

every window blank to see
pigment, scrape

the weather rubs our dark inside
doors a welcome to the world

there's all this why-nottery, atrocity

plan's imagined from above
but the bird's world isn't ours

gods see up through the earth
eyes death

the yellow slippers and the gourd
three strings, a goat skin stretched

no frets and all approximate
hands flexed for these to hold

calligraphy!
this air!





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