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You would trade the moss of our hometowns

For a kingdom of grain

You tried to spit it out on your way south

But it still sticks to the roof of your mouth

You’ve had them drag you off by the hair

You had them wait for you over there

Behind the towers — behind the flowers

On anger’s white throne

But I don’t care for your milk and honey

Nor do I wish to be wrapped up

In the silence of money

Me who cared for flour and oil

Who cared for blood-drenched soil

And slept the sleep of apples and gold

As in the stories of old

And I don’t care for your grass-given grief

For your pain’s left me locked in disbelief

Among the towers — among the flowers

On anger’s white throne

And what strange sheep we are

With the wool pulled over our eyes

And what strange fruit we bare

When we’re stuffed with hatred and lies

Despite my silence and my attempts at reserve

You pushed me to smother

You pushed me to serve

They ought to be warned

Against your poetry and charm

They ought to be warned against you

Now finish this harvest

And sprinkle my boots with your wine

Now that our fears are whistling in flocks

In the dust and sobs of time

Around the towers — around the flowers

On anger’s white throne

Among the towers — in the orchards of rome

Come closer, come closer still

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