Ironbound/Fancy Poultry - Suzanne Vega, Anton Sanko

    In the ironbound section near Avenue L
    where the Portuguese women come to see what you sell
    the clouds so low the morning so slow
    as the wires cut through the sky

    The beams and bridges cut the light on the ground
    into little triangles and the rails run round
    through the rust and the heat
    the light and sweet coffee color of her skin

    Bound up in wire and fate
    watching her walk him up to the gate
    in front of the ironbound school yard.

    Kids will grow like weeds on a fence
    She says they look for the light they try to make sense.
    They come up through the cracks
    Like grass on the tracks
    She touches him goodbye.

    Steps off the curb and into the street
    the blood and feathers near her feet
    into the ironbound market

    In the ironbound section near Avenue L
    where the Portuguese women come to see what you sell
    the clouds so low the morning so slow
    as the wires cut through the sky

    She stops at the stall
    fingers the ring
    opens her purse
    feels a longing
    away from the ironbound border

    "Fancy poulty parts sold here.
    Breasts and thighs and hearts.
    Backs are cheap and wings are nearly free.
    Nearly free"
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    Marco Giunco
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