Margaret plays the zither with the blood of cremated strings.
She plays Till Eulenspiegels lustige Streiche
on her wheel of golden hair. When she touches the spindle
she weaves a thread of ash into her mouth,
ash of lightning, ash of dark magnolia with peeled bark,
ash of the German-born dusk. She asks of death
as she plays the aureate sun, marguerite Margaret,
marigold Margaret, bloodwoman burning in the golden core.
Margaret plays the zither in the blood of her mind
where the dead are buried in their smell.

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