They didn’t want her to find
When her eyes went out, she went
learning with hands’ crawl the touch
But when her hands were taken,
such methods worked no more,
her mouth could not walk, her tongue despaired of carrying
even the smallest gems.
In the sway of that dismemberment,
something gave way
to wings, the black beads of
and though, this was wondrous
in itself, it took her some time not to miss the stones
she’d so long pocketed,
song still foreign to her,
words no longer familiar.
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