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"How free and lush the bamboo grows, the bamboo grows and growsShoots and morasses, fillies and lassies and shreds and beds and rowsO phloem and pistil, nodes and ovulesThe bamboo grows and growsHer release, her joy, her oil, her toil, her moxie, her terror, her swirlDig deeper into soil, deeper into her soul, what do you find in my girlThrash of black hair and silken snare, face in the bottom of the worldBound by ankles, poor deer, poor sow, O delicate hooves and fasciclesDead doe, dead doe, dead doeWrists together, searing red tethers, blood draining from her solesO choir, O psalm, O soaring fearsome tabernacleThe bamboo grows, the bamboo grows and growsThrough antlers and eyeholes, O sweet soul, O sweet, sweet soulThin green tails, purple entrails, the bamboo grows and growsShe flailed and wailed through flimsy veils, through bones and hissing marrowNobody to hear her, but wind and chaff, a gasp, then letting goThey loved her, then stoned her, buried her near her ancestorsMy mother, my sister, my soulShimmering mesh, a brocade sash, hanging on a distant oracleSpringboks dance on shallow mounds, echoes, echoes, echoes"
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