Passing a baton from tongue
to ear to tongue, the Tin-Can
-and-String communications
relay team hands-off until
a culture heaves a last breath
generations from the starting line.
Consider the washtub bass
(with or without scrub board)
plucked from midstream rhythm
while bubbling subconscious notes.
The songs code for the plain
peoples and maybe desert Bedouin:
Rain dance music on laundry day.
Ancient Greek poets too insist
on healing Achilles to this day.
A Campbell soup container
carries enough banal singing
for the imagination to riff through.
Off the hook, liminality meditates
between memory and desire.
