Somewhere Over. An Audio Textual Poem by Robin Ouzman Hislop



Oh when the saints	          tread tenderly
flora & foliage are abundant	   so the pain
with bird song	    is not seen	       with the
lessening of     in my eyes     human traffic
bury me here    go marching in      & laugh
in the face of the wind      & come back next year
bring me the face     somewhere over the rainbow
when will we return?     of the grateful dead
i wanna be     & i will sow	 skies are blue
the flora of tomorrow      will the deserts be green
again amongst that number as when homo erectus
trecked through them?            once in a lullaby
what did they seek freedom?   before confusion
 & the babble of tongues   when the saints go marching in

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