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Orphans and Bastards

Appeared in the Winter 2005 issue.

So much depends
On lines that now

You must read
Between words.

Is it a school of fish
Or a business of ferrets?

Forbidden fruit
Of a servant’s sin,

Before dusk
You are

Abruptly
Dropped.

Voices in the street
Speak out of tune.

You say: “Free us
“From time and space”.

“From delivery doors,”
Echoes the driver.

Abandoned animal,
Like mine your birthday

Is not an event.
No one will feast

On your mother’s placenta.
So far North, deep and inside

We drag our African murmur split
Between our French syllables.

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