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486
in creeps the devil
with the voice of the messiah
dragging a dead hand behind him
he evicts your ears
and assumes for himself
the seat you stole
from orphans
join your eyes
with written walls now
the shaking begins
beneath the prison bridge
487
If you see him
in the land of Ham
approach cheerfully
and, hand on shoulder, together,
throw stones at the
bush on fire
and with ownerless spirit
wag your ears
at night corpses
appear with spirits
those bearded travelers
and whisper softly to the shepherd
"your sins are gone."
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