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Thames Idol
A scarred hand carved my buttocks
scraped my spine
made thin hips to cup a man
I stood at the back of a quiet hut
In famine they brought me food
in spring they sang for rain
At last they gave me to the river
a bigger god than I
Earth pressed my breasts
Now I cheat the rot of leaves
Black water fills my eyes
frost cracks my grained flesh
Your hand will draw me from the mud
Find me in your own time
find me in your own face
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