If Faustian souls are made of
Some kind of material
(like denim or plaid or maybe bone)
Perhaps then invasions will pass in secret
If like so many owls they all catch fire.
And Mice
And other rodents – genusphylumfamilyreligion
Maybe will chew
Delicately
Aesthetic powers of deduction like
Ten dead little fingers
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