Her hand is crying.
her hand is clutching
a sheaf of papers.
poems.
She gives them up.
they burn jewels into jewels.
her eyes are animals.
each hank of her hair
is a serpent's obedient wife.
she will never recover.
Remember. there is nothing
you will not bear
for this woman's sake.
Written by Lucille Clifton (1936-2010)
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