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3 Al Purdy's

Artist:Bruce Cockburn  Album:Bone on Bone 

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spoken: Stand in the swaying boxcar doorway Moving east away from the sunset and After a while the eyes digest a country and The belly perceives a mapmaker's vision In dust and dirt on the face and hands here Its smell drawn deep through the nostrils down To the lungs and spurts through the bloodstream Campaigns in the lower intestine and Chants love songs to the kidneys After a while there is no arrival and No departure possible any more You are where you were always going And the shape of home is under your fingernails ... I'm a product of some parents of the sort that shouldn't breed Didn't get much schooling past learning how to read Got the poetry bug in some forgotten institution When first I did embark on this career of destitution The beauty of language set a hook in my soul Me like a bread crust soaking soup from a bowl You can call this a rant but I declare I declaim Al Purdy's poems are the name of the game The winds of fate blow where they will I'll give you three Al Purdy's for a twenty dollar bill Pokers in the counting house counting out the bacon Matter's getting darker in the universe they're making They love the little guy until they get a better offer With the dollar getting smaller they can fit more in their coffers And the doings on the corner

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