Just Walk On, Condemned to Die
Just walk on, condemned to die!
in woods where winds and catscreams wail,
sentence in darkened lines
shall fall upon the pines;
hunchbacked with fear the road turns pale.
Just shrivel up, you autumn leaves!
shrivel, most hideous of worlds!
cold hisses from the sky;
on grasses rusted dry
the shadow of the wild geese falls.
O poet, live as clean…
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