i shall retire to-

for all my days i have gone mad i have been mad for such years he had been laid down the young man in his green overcoat fresh as spearmint spring dyed it red dyed it black dyed it blue and dyed it back to his thread’s pastoral hue and died at the feet of Maria in prayer she knelt on his body and prayed “Hell for his Soul!” The saviour cried, “it is finished!” My heart was crossed and so, I live in St. Bethlehem