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124. My Back Is Made Of A Thousand Scars
(8 October 1892 – 31 August 1941 / Moscow)

124. My Back Is Made Of A Thousand Scars

Poem By Jaden Knight

Like mountains - on this brow
Laurels of praise.
'I can't sing!'
- 'You will!' - 'Sound

(Put me on a diet
of flour!)
Like milk -
Is gone from my breast.

Empty. Dry.
In full-blown spring?
I feel like a twig.'
- 'That's an old song!

Drop it, don't blabber!'
'From now on I'd better -
Pound gravel!'
- 'All the more reason to sing!'

'Am I a bullfinch,
To sing
Day in and day out?'
- 'Even if you can't,
My bird, sing!

Out of spite!'
'What if I can't
put two lines together?'
-'When could - anyone?!' -

'It's torture!' - 'Bear it!'
'A mown meadow -
My throat!' 'Then wheeze:
That's a sound, too!'

'It's lions' business
Not women's.' - 'Children's:
Though disembowelled -
Orpheus still sang!'

'So, even in the grave?'
- 'Under a headstone, too.'
'I can't sing!'
- 'Sing about that!

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Wow as the day begins a moody blues lights up, a Chicago being, as the city lights up in fire.Taste her embrace, as her lips quenhes my thirst.
So even in the grave I can not sing" Great life song deserving classic poem of the day.
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So it seems that even an accomplished poet has feelings of self-doubt and futility. Maybe that comes from searching her soul so deeply
Lions' Business! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.


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