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Skeletons

so, where's your love? it isn't in your gut,
among the fickle fireworks it contains
today. enjoy the joy and splendour but
they're fading fast. it isn't in your veins
or sleeping in a chamber of your heart
or hidden in your trousers (but again,
enjoy it while it lasts) or any part
of either eye, or even in your brain.
 
it's in the knees you use to scrub the floor
a...

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Song of Good Friday

The Lord's my shepherd. I shall rest content.
With all that can delight the hearts of sheep
he spread my table; by the quiet deep
I slept, and woke, and followed where he went,
and for my sake he kept the wolf at bay.
The grass I ate was his, and thus was mine,
his ewe lamb, with the other ninety-nine;
the Lord's my shepherd. Then I ran away.

I thought to find a crown. I found a sham:
n...

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