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33 With perversion enough to cause to derail Into the swamp of deprivation – this train Aboard which You and I were born Pick pocketing intelligentsia of the aeon Don’t tell me All UNIYAO churns out Is but a long-throated manner of men To loot, amid the shrill cries of helpless passengers, The rear wagon Of this train aboard which You and I were born Don’t tell me… DEFINITION To make anguish incendiary… To live to char in a fire of which Hell is but a simulacrum To fabricate from tinder your tribulation so the flesh could roast in flames of terracotta drabness To live to burn in an arson 34 of brown blazes till you long so fervently for a plunge into the furred tides of the longest sleep; the last slumber of men To make anguish incendiary… To fabricate from tinder your tribulation… is poverty WORKING CLASS LOVERS Dusky close of day I retire home to cockroaches, to symphonies sung by mosquitoes And to a grass-soup supper, Envious Of the spent sun Going to sleep On cloud-fleece beddings of gold Come tonight’s twilight When the pretty moon with cream-white smile Seduces the dark-skinned night, Two wraiths shall, once again Fleet by into hell; My better half and I And how can your paper kerchiefs Dry our tears; the shedding of which ...

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