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For my child, today, it is so easy
to make the awful discovery, that people kill
and are killed: both things and people
speak the language of the red angel.
My child asks me: Why are people being…
In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire,
Lanthorned in his oblique eyes, guttering burned!
His body lodged a rat where men nursed souls.
The world flashed grape-green eyes of a foiled cat
To him…
It’s hard to be clever these nights,
And useless to be modern.
Useless to smile knowingly and observe with melancholy
The language bastardisms of history:
“The government of the Republic is delivered…
Thus spoke David, son of Isaac, son of Eliezer, son of Isaac, son of Abraham, son of Menahem, son of Isaac, son of Obadiah, son of Isaac—known as “the wealthy one”—son of Elijah, known as “the holy…