The Ace of Spades
The woman was a water bearer:
Alluring as the refrain of midnight,
Alluring like the skin of an atheist.
The woman had been a prisoner:
Mandela urged me to furbish his door steps.
I waxed the knees of California.
The woman had been a singer:
All the way from Vancouver to Abbotsford
She carried her battle anthems.
I crafted time.
The woman had been victimized:
The Russians charred every last speck of confidence.
They hung her before The Black Sea.
The woman was a water bearer:
Alluring as the refrain of midnight,
Alluring like the skin of an atheist.
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