.When young the Christians told me
how we pinned Jesus
like a lovely butterfly against the wood,
and I wept beside paintings of Calvary
at velvet wounds
and delicate twisted feet.
But he could not hang softly long,
your fighters so proud with bugles,
bending flowers with t.
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