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I'm stitched together from old second r slothes--ill-fitting jeans and flannel shirts frayed Crucified as if to oF Y n nine mn to Blackbird come from id fertile to take pity o ne and some loose threads i'm happy to oblige ation to fill the empty space beneath this cloudy — sky and ths growing You're not mch of a far .snor anything fro ot oan Bbeneath gour tatteredhat. >t much at all, Af/Bla ny er sr cover I wasn't always this way, I thank you for your ac ang, but if you stay I may find 4t in th duaty uth and tongue the means to raise another thread and your estimati of me--if you stay. Yes, you must stay. Blackbird don't say none, don't flap or ruffle none. Before my sordid post on this nowhere, these here atrophied feet walked a soy way through living and story, through fields green and forest, sand and glade, a Blackbird glassy eye pay no mind. 7 . Forgetting wind stirs...soon dies down. A young man the town over was a tightly wound bundle of strings, he thou i made him strong to claim sinews and bones, to mark papers aiid DOSES een via inky stamp and pen, to blow smoke and swear up and down his words were thunder, to tire like the grave at scarce a score of summers and only frosts in mind in winter. The cane o f oak he stole from an old man's box he twirled with cruelty at children and widows alike...but one...would not abide. You hear what I say;, crow? One would not abidesssend.e..NO NO NO AAARRGGHHHHGHGHghITlagh... ‘s just the wind wrangling round the sharpspointed hay where I'd keep guts pickled if I could remember where she stashed 'em...shifting round the needle hereabouts too.e.am I a stack to you? HelGot it ya harpy shadow? Blackbird puffs at the damn head and neck but just holds in the ery push it down like a worm Tt was a widow,, it was. Still draped in shade and shroud. The world in courtesy's reach of her bowed its head, flowers looked to their stems,, dégé/drd/d#i¢f hounds and beasts to their claws, even the sunny day paid a circuit's respect, never deigning to make with her shadowy train or make arid her stormy faces. Instruments in saloons would know to stop their jovial song before | their players could read the somber note chilling their stumps. E'en the hangman braving the stand ‘let a teary drop-leap ahead from the window of its home condemned as the mother of death marched wateh--and deatin itself furrowed in contemplation for a short time stretched to the t was--a useless hour to that one, more young than man (though 3 og of manhood. with RIGHTEOSNESS in their toil,, only of closing and grasping wit ne: n