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Cyprus, Leadenham

Your lock three feet, four feet, eight feet, four

Anyway, have you heard the dust

Scratching your name

Whilst the birds are sweetly singing

Suspect the stars will eat your name

Draw jokes on doom of planets

Whilst the birds are slowly singing

Whilst you shine cats in the snow

Through my window, swirl

And the light is bright

Around the

At the rest of bed they sleep

And the light is bright around their eyes

And they soar on kitten wings

And their joy is bright light in heart

Did I glimpse, messiah-seeking donkey?

When the knife borne near my heart

Behind polite kindness Cain

Cain whose our jaws

Cain is tonguing our mouth

Our hands stretch link

With Cain’s tendons

And behind the skin covering slow bones

Mask and mark of Abel’s brother

By all the rivers we showed

Dust storm and bone storm

Twilight skies

The birds are sadly singing

For hopeless queen and hopeless king

The kettle’s on and our work is done

Burn those horsies

And the flaming horsies will flick past your eyes

And fear God in the house of thousand of bones

Which there are thousand witches knows their home

Seven gates and a thousand witches in every nook

Lay down for your appointed time

And hear the birdsong singing

And see the birds sing

Bring you to me

And sing me your name

Profit, profiters

And a thousand witches arise for you in the red house

In the red barn they sing

And the birds are surely singing

In the night the children sing

In the market square a girl is dead

And by the fair the fair boy is dead

And the birds are slowly singing

But my head is writing in me and through me

And in my head the plane is burning

Softly, sweetly sing the birds

There’s flame in the trees and fire in the sod

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