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93 MINERVA’S GRAVE With thy brother’s birth pronouncement, On our knees we meditate. Quickly come to our rescue, Forced, we sit and sniff it In this incinerator, sunk, Though with those of a world A different and rugged one from ours To glance and search a ticket, The bread ticket. But, touch it, Calorielessly we’ve been mounting Under that tongue, strenuous and weighing. A tongue, more than less a stranger, Not to my tongue But that of this borrowed one. Yet, in the frozen waters of this tomb, Leaflikely floating, I my brothers see, With uneducated literate ones booing. How can one touch that ticket at the bosom? Why not leave my borrowed taste-bud? It wants a stand, a stand in this sham. 94 how it got lost dangling left and right turning backward and forward then it meant not for me twilight the long enjoyed ties severed cajoled being I caitiff under the cross it gave for being idol the famous dictum never any such rubbish pour on your ancestral dud yet for us construct ’em stone to worship knee crooking we hail christ on the cross…. before back turning the roots are tapped, drained want of libation I my face turn to culture harriers had it away taken ages before meeting her in paris i paid for georges pompidou heard of the louvre hurried there to lose finances feast eyes on skulls and sculptures from grandy’s! ...

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