Red swamp lady, call now to me
Resound below the waterline
Belay my hands, sweet sugar water
For that man, dark and leonine
Invocation, exhalation
Legba runs with les Mystères
With proud loa, dancing cobra
Mask the smell of burning hair
Daytime mister, speak in whispers
Fishermen’s knots work under my skin
Moon-eyed sister, mossy vista
Into my fabric press round little pins
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