Hot Plonk and Digit

(for Hasaan Ibn Ali)

An unturning, and all over, this rolled red sound, hot plonk 
and digit. Took it clean down to the bone. Almost lost, in  
cool fallow, watching a piano dissect seeing, then unspool
a spine. The angled colors smell like a garland of hammers. 

Jeffrey Little | Hunter-Gatherers and the Skin of the Eighty-Eight Drums
Contents | Mudlark No. 77 (2024)