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wicker king on wicker throne feiry days will scorch the bone- hoards gather as hunger spreads bloated dreams on dirty beds- heart gems crack upon granite times buttons of death fill the eyes- climbing stairs to black sky pits pock and puss dance on the ritz- filling chambers with leaden fear, when triggers jam, death will sneer- country quiet is over-run by halved men that eat the sun- a tiny whirl in life's stream hide laviathans' gnashing teeth- earth becomes a common grave, savior arrives with nothing to save.