Norma Mahns Poems

Bare feet blister in hot cave
fumigated by uranium dust
where the old woman has no fire
to brew her tea.
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Hear harps hallow in the wind
Harmonicas humming holy hymns
We gather, listening to tambourines jangle.
An audience runs to a mountain of sanctum.
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The Town, quiet in routine
unknowing of an undercurrent
leaking seepage of steam
through cracks in the ground
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