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Where the worms ask for human teeth

It’s violent sigh - falsely contemporary

Of their belief in justice abandoned by mourning

Wrapped beneath the ducts and dowels

The torments of Hell

Where the Devil steps out of men

Left a space wide enough for impressions of old stones

For the defiant poets to misuse

A legacy of hands on agony

Eternal eating of the divine body

Aggravated assault arranged in ours

A failure in wisteria rains we pour

Into throated crypts of forgotten love

With the clouds about your head

Did you find courage in death?

Carrying the wrought of wars lost

I’ll take to Heaven where it’s surely lonely too