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General torportomboy
WRECK’D US OUR COUNTRIE’S AMOK,
TORN THRU WITH BIRDS THEE SKY’S A BRUIS’D UNRECKONING,
THEE SHORE’S BLED DRY BUT TEPID WATERS.
to bury the lead in trebl’d hiss, thatch the following –
BUCKET-WIRE
DUNG GOD’S PEE
(decant – incant – reacant)
OUR CITIES’ GRACE AND PAIN.
A STINKIN’ WIND – A PLAGUE OF POLICEMEN,
AND
OUR DREAMS, ALIT, STINKING IN THE HARBOUR.
THEE ONLOOKERS STARE.
‘ALLELUJAH! DON’T BEND! ASCEND!!!