Miss lady please.
Go somewhere besides the hospital.
Some want rights for you
Not the same old thing.
Our ancestors, grinning or grimacing
Like Frankenstein
Out of ancient photos, or off the
Remembered pages of tribal lore.
Swathed in linen, or silk, or bone
Places to go
You know?
Places to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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