Bloodlines
Bloodlines
I saw her in a shadowed room,
She clicks dead people there!
In tempo to Matilda’s waltz,
She pulls them from the air.
She calls to those who tie by blood
While humming, reading sign.
She browses more for common bond
And what she can divine…
Copyright © Mark Ackerson | Year Posted 2015
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