Clay Poetry

look down pon my hand
          (mmmmmwet)
steady slip hold           center
wheel-kickin wit'stronglove
every part of me hot
comes from my           center
push up this mass of clay
          (concentrate/d)
now pull down into a spinning breast
          (just one thing here)
and make a mexican cake
which I open wit'thumb
keep th'bottom flat
walls a'comin now
now so lightan'balanced
now so slowan'smoothe
now a bowl for my sistah

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I throw for you brother.
I throw for you.
Knead the clay on the cement.
salt-tears cause no vacuum.
No me carin bout a bowl
          I am throwin! brother.
I grieve through the doing.
          quiet slip spit
I learn through the process.
No me carin and here's a bowl.
I throw for you brother.