en-caverning-d on
in the des-surrecting-d rhythmning . . .

these shadows
they claiming no bodies
swallowinged on into
this other some other they else-inged
mama she daddy she aint’ting
aint this how coming so he
i caint—ting
“but i can ball! O LORD
!i can ball!”

too scared i so to try
no look passing in the dark
in long drawn low
soft echo-ing tones
so dat i dont never lose
abandoned i here abandoning on
in the numbing numbed hollowing
of us humming drummm sung
DOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM
DE DOMP DOMP DOOOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM
DOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM
DE DOMP DOMP DOOOOM DE DOMP DOOOOM
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