POEMS/
Shine the Kettle Drums
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Shine the Kettle Drums
Shine the kettle drums with Brasso for half an hour until light blooms on their dun sides. No sin not to finish—they’ll be that way for years. Save your days for Kick the Can. Music of the fish van draws your mother out to the street, spares her a hise to the fishmonger. Eating honey fresh from the hive, comb’s yellow cells on toast, boiled blue eggs from hens the sax-player rears, you hear Monday night’s jazz playing them sane. |