'god is high, and is often worse
always told like a dirty curse'
and sung into dawn, and one more sickening day:
'remembered and dismembered,
dismembered and remembered'?
Would that e'er be pleasing to the sole chubby bee,
bloody snail torn like fresh meat,
or gypsy moth with two dusty feet--
the tortured and then boiled body of a big fat bee?
I dreamt and before long a king
sent three soft curly saints to bring
a little more of moon and more of sky in Otto's way,
whose bloody feet and gypsy soul
make it easy to die in one more hole
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