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My stories are caskets filled with black feathers,
the lids pounded shut with railroad spikes.
The gravedigger is noodling Melba, the widow-woman,
and a hognose is consuming a toy train on cemetery lane.
Let me resurrect beyond the bracken
fronds and the three-legged stool and catgut guitar
and this two-ton song from the mouth
of a wax museum troubadour.
~ Diane Seuss
al kooper ~ www.youtube.com/watch?v=g9FibO…