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Ode On Odium, Whence Harvey Stumbled Upon His Beloved In Bed With The Fresh Enemy
He was sleeping, wet and curled
Like a furtive bacterium
Against the blade or sluice gate-now
Pressed into the marrow
Of this warm and broken sparrow:
The bird, its other bones are hollow
And he knows not how to mend them.
He will break them all the same.
I should break him, break his world
To prove praxis: carpe deum!
She is no longer mine-this cow
Is set to birth a farrow
With a swine and shameless carrow.
Why should madness heartbreak follow?
True love never will commend them:
They are livestock with no name.
I, the florid, fustian shaper
Will bestain and burn my paper
With foreknowledge of their doom,
And then, calmly, leave the room.
He was sleeping, wet and curled
Like a furtive bacterium
Against the blade or sluice gate-now
Pressed into the marrow
Of this warm and broken sparrow:
The bird, its other bones are hollow
And he knows not how to mend them.
He will break them all the same.
I should break him, break his world
To prove praxis: carpe deum!
She is no longer mine-this cow
Is set to birth a farrow
With a swine and shameless carrow.
Why should madness heartbreak follow?
True love never will commend them:
They are livestock with no name.
I, the florid, fustian shaper
Will bestain and burn my paper
With foreknowledge of their doom,
And then, calmly, leave the room.