The Knowing Corpse
Under the dank blanket of fate
Man and hope mate,
For a star of life unknown;
Folded in the brows of God
And seen in the sleep of our hearts.
For the child of a child;
The virgin within the bride,
Is a sail of lion's mane
And the foot of a sojourn's stick.
Farewell, the heavens await you
Like the dead await the nipple
Of the witch,
And dread stalks the ripple of the dusk.
Dear faithful
I hear the thunder of war
Beneath my soles,
And fear you will break me
Upon the crown of your sword.
I shall be death's slave
And stir his bones,
Till my father sees my eyes
And sighs to mourn
For the lamp preying with wolves.
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