Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

standing in lines & lines & lines, facing the sea.

The sea knows what to do. We sing like this for days
The sea knows what to do. We sing like this for days
The sea knows what to do. We sing like this for days
until our throats are torn with singing. Do you understand?
until our throats are torn with singing. Do you understand?
We must build houses for our mothers in our poems. I am not sure,
We must build houses for our mothers in our poems. I am not sure,
but think, This is my wisest song. —Aracelis Girmay
but think, This is my wisest song.
—Aracelis Girmay

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