.Twenty-four years remind the tears of my eyes.
(Bury the dead for fear that they walk to the grave in labour.)
In the groin of the natural doorway I crouched like a tailor>
Sewing a shroud for a journey
By the light of the meat-eating sun.
Dressed to die, the sensual strut be.
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