The Earth Has No Skin
Jana Hunter
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The earth has no skin
And it's weather
Will take us
When our skeletons
(Children) do
Rise up as smugglers
(Southerners)
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Our souls as widows
(Witches) cry
Like babies left
Left in a forest
(Fortress)
And our mothers
Forget but
Have no memory
