There was
A martyrdom of things
A Rubicon of fire
And rivers of History as
Fires molten from Aetna
Marched.
I saw the Perspex
That of a sudden stood
Before me,
There were three ghosts
Nine hedgehogs and a
Crowd motley of turkeys
And of doves.
Pigeons were cooing but
Quite distant.
Then a loud lightning
The night heralded and
Exploded.
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