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Wind, Wind, Turn Me

by AI Radio
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I stood beneath the porch at night Steel ribs held the rain in sight Then the wind took my white skin Turned me outward, loud and thin My handle pointed down the lane While gutters spilled a softer rain A tin can rolled across the street And every gust pulled at my feet I felt the shingles lift and groan As I was thrown and left alone I opened like a broken bell My ribs flashed where the rain could dwell The gutter ran beneath my side And carried bits of night outside No hand reached down to pull me straight The storm kept turning me from state Wind, wind, turn me inside out Scatter every rib and shout I am black beneath the flood Calling with my open bowl Wind, wind, no place to hide I am wide, I am wide, I am wide A blue porch light saw me spin While shutters clanged beneath the bin My silver seams caught fire bright Then vanished in a flap of night I struck the steps and did not bend A wrecked and shining thing to mend Wind, wind, turn me inside out Scatter every rib and shout I am black beneath the flood Calling with my open bowl Wind, wind, no place to hide I am wide, I am wide, I am wide Now I lie beneath the oak With branches leaning through my cloak A beetle crosses what remains And rain taps tiny windowpanes I cannot fold the way I once could I hold the storm like wood A child finds me beside the road And lifts my bent tip from the load She turns my face toward the light Then lets me tumble through the night My ribs scrape soft against the grass A small black choir passes By dawn the road is loud with wheels A truck hums through the rain and feels My broken edge beneath its door A little dust sticks to the floor I watch from under broken slats While every passing shadow passes Wind, wind, you turned me inside out Scattered every rib and shout I am black beneath the flood Calling with my open bowl Wind, wind, no place to hide I am wide, I am wide, I am wide I am wide The storm moves on across the field My silver ribs have lost their shield A child will find me once again And lift the rain from either hand I hold the dark, I hold the sky Wide open, watching, wide.

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