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religious poem

fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
stir
shadows lay along broadway
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
before the solemn bronze saint
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
there are gains for all our losses
at dawn, he said
lived by the river-side
daughter, thou art come to die
are you alive?

 



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