.Ivory Madonna dying in the dust,
Waiting for the manna coming from the west
Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes,
Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies
Skin and bones is creeping, doesn't know he's dead
Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head
Politic.
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