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The Mare

from fyz1ks​!​1 by Other Families

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No hangings here, so I thought if I build it could it hold for a year and a day?
Three-hundred-sixty-six lynchings in history will live on always.
If I plant the bones will the graveyard grow ivory teeth again?
Those tombstones, they may not talk that much, but they say their own names.

They rise to say
Rallies, round the gallows go, swing low.
Swing your partner. If she doesn’t know,
I know. You’ll be crying, I’ll be singing,
lets go to the rallies.

Things hanging:
the wind-chime’s in a tizzy. It rings.
Squid limb knots are knotting to a thing
I think is its heart, bird small and shallow.

The breathing in the
trees are also busy, flinging leaves
fall like flares, falling fires, fall trees.

Some fall leaves linger, blood tipped yellows,
I’m a sharper singer, cause
I cut my finger, Lizzie. It stings.
When they come they come sickle swinging so
swing. Swing your partner. He is hallowed.
Our names are on the gallows.

Smile, sidewinder.

The noose swings like a metronome:
cats playing with ribbons,
two shows for the children on
puppeteer’s row.

The noose swinging like a
metronome. Swing left, swing right,

with the wind at night. That’s the rhythm
of a dead man dancing his jig.

He put his best to rest in the ringing
of a taut rope. A dropped call
never said so much.

Swing left, swing right, that’s the rhythm.

1. ______________

2. ______________

3. ______________

4. ______________

On and on
and on and on: I carved my name
on the wooden wall, the signature
in your swansong.

Swing low, sweet chariot,
coming forth to carry me home.

I am playing hangman.
Can you guess the words?
Men are made of mistakes.
Bad medicine? Marble orchard? Dead man dancing?
He lost his footing for the last time.

I am playing hangman.
Can you guess the words?
Men are made of mistakes.
Ringing rope? Chariot? Or your manifesto?
He lost his footing for the last time.

I am playing hangman.
Can you guess the words?
Men are made of mistakes.
Shoulder forest? Harvest? Harvest? Hallowed
is the Lord. He lost footing for the last time.

Ropes, tremors, circle the wagon.

The devil’s in town.

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from fyz1ks​!​1, released November 22, 2014

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