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delta blues speak the language of loss,
Oh, death, oh,
death
take me down to the river,
spread me out on the mudflats,
let the fiddler crabs scurry around
what’s left of me,
dirt,
salt,
water.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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