‘Wrest that from him'
Then silence as of
Cadavers
Then
Silence of the cadavers
And of their ejected
Energy ghosts and
Shrouds and other ilk
Through the vast Night roaming
In various forms and structures
Though
Always burnt to motion by
Current waves
O Earth
O Mother Earth
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