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Sages make
you hear a sinister cry
The cadavers have been aligned
Along the graveyard wall
Negligence trues the agreement
License keeps score
No place in conformity with traditions
Sunshine as formerly
Won’t inundate a face
Tearstrewn
That’s
why you weep that’s only why
Poor chum
Torpor creeps
furtive
Into limbs frozen with age
One executes on the spot
Funeral rites by the sole gleam
Of a fragile candle named Obsecula
Sixth time now the actors
Furrow the earth in all directions
On the threshold of a sordid domicile
A woman’s face faded with years
Calls you
That’s
why you laugh that’s only why
Poor chum
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