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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!!!