Telemachus 18
Stripped of gloves and pockets
Resigned to gloomy doorways
We have eaten all that was left.
Where hope leers, strolling
Out- passed away gravely sorrow
Among the leaningplaces
A Jesuit disrobes.
Collect the limp, empty rags
And turn them into rebellious missles
Hands to collar tie the tie
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