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A poet with paper and pen is in business.
Don't let them know what you're doing.
Remember to keep your tools sharp.
Brush up on your covert ops skills.
Don't let them know what you're doing.
Poets know how to get past the borders.
Brush up on your covert ops skills.
It helps to look abstract, or pretty, or simple.
Poets know how to get past the borders.
A poem can be a way of smuggling truth.
It helps to look abstract, or pretty, or simple;
Some poems are strong enough to bear that.
A poem can be a way of smuggling truth.
Bones speak louder than official histories.
Some poems are strong enough to bear that.
A poet can owe a debt of story to a bone.
Bones speak louder than official histories.
Some things demand that we tell how they happened.
A poet can owe a debt of story to a bone
Or a stick, a charred stub, white stones, blood.
Some things demand that we tell how they happened.
A poet with paper and pen is in business,
Or a stick, a charred stub, white stones, blood.
Remember to keep your tools sharp.
-- Elise Matthesen
Don't let them know what you're doing.
Remember to keep your tools sharp.
Brush up on your covert ops skills.
Don't let them know what you're doing.
Poets know how to get past the borders.
Brush up on your covert ops skills.
It helps to look abstract, or pretty, or simple.
Poets know how to get past the borders.
A poem can be a way of smuggling truth.
It helps to look abstract, or pretty, or simple;
Some poems are strong enough to bear that.
A poem can be a way of smuggling truth.
Bones speak louder than official histories.
Some poems are strong enough to bear that.
A poet can owe a debt of story to a bone.
Bones speak louder than official histories.
Some things demand that we tell how they happened.
A poet can owe a debt of story to a bone
Or a stick, a charred stub, white stones, blood.
Some things demand that we tell how they happened.
A poet with paper and pen is in business,
Or a stick, a charred stub, white stones, blood.
Remember to keep your tools sharp.
-- Elise Matthesen
