Wide draperies
Enlacements
Of
Deaths' heads
Crania of the sick
And
Loathed
Funereal faldettas
Eyes
Red
That
Gorge
Out
On
The naked solitude
And
Hopelessness.
They
Announced over the micro-phone
In rustic voices
Better feast these
Before final defeat.
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