after Langston Hughes
I was lost when they let me out
Just my welding gun
Lost when they let me out
Just my welding gun
So I went down to the shipyard
Where it all began
Oh they pay me well
I make a small fortune
Yes they pay me well
I make a fortune
And every other Friday
Meet the surgeon
I make a small fortune
Yes they pay me well
I make a fortune
And every other Friday
Meet the surgeon
See the sparks all crazy
Where I arc the hull
Yes the sparks all crazy
Where I arc the hull
One day I’m gonna turn this light
Against my skull
Where I arc the hull
Yes the sparks all crazy
Where I arc the hull
One day I’m gonna turn this light
Against my skull
Read on . . .
“Multivalent Elegy, Three Days After Summer Solstice,” a poem by Alex Tretbar
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