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.