Canon AL-1 Film Camera, practice shots. L. Marx.

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The Huntress

Sing Mockingbird sing
Screech into the night the unbearable
Truths of my demise —
Loud for me to hear
I have an enemy.
I see her at a glance
When the whiskey has gone
And dusted tables
Have only deserted bank notes
To call friends.
Scream Mockingbird scream
Blood-coated blades into the darkness
Of the disillusioned tales pulled
From the past
So my huntress may hear
Call her by her name so
My weakened bones and
Cankered skin may know
Who to blame.
Speak Mockingbird speak
My truth so I may know
Which cheek to turn in fair.