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First Line: We the dry bread and water in the prisons of the sky
Last Line: The belly of our words is golden tonight and naught any longer is in vain.
Subject(s): Boats; Mourning; Prisons & Prisoners; Water; Bereavement; Convicts


We the dry bread and water in the prisons of the sky
We the flagstones of love all signals intercepted
Which we shall personify the graces of this poem
Nothing expresses us beyond death
At this hour when night puts on its glistening pumps to venture forth
We take the weather as it comes
As an adjoining wall to this our prison
The spiders drive the boat into the roadsteads
One can but touch there is nothing to see
Later you shall learn who we are
Our works are still decidedly forbidden
But it is dawn on the last shore the times wax bad
Soon we shall bear elsewhere our embarrassing splendor
We shall bear elsewhere the splendor of pestilence
We a little frozen white on human faggots
And that is all
The water of life dresses wounds in a vault through whose vent-hole is glimpsed
a roadway lined with the large patient void
Do not question where you are
We the dry bread and water of the prisons of the sky
The pack of cards for the beautiful star
Scarcely do we go so far as to lift a loosened corner of the veil
The mender of crockery works on a ladder
He seems young despite the concession
We wear yellow mourning for him
The deed is not yet signed
The sisters of charity provoke
Flights to the horizon
Perhaps we shall weary at once of good and evil
As men who
Our severity is lost in regret for the crumbling
We are vedettes of the most horrible seduction
The hook of ragpicker Morning on our flowered attire
Add nothing to the shame of your personal pardon
It's enough to arm for a bottomless end
Your eyes with those foolish tears that comfort us
The belly of our words is golden tonight and naught any longer is in vain.





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