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When at noon the white fire of versus

Flickering dances above urns

Remember my children the vanquished

Who planted their conversations like trees

The garden is dead breathlessly I sigh

Preserve the hout here theophastus walked

With oak bark to feed the soil and enriched it

To bandage with fibre the wounded bole

An olive tree splits the brickwork grown britte

And still in a voice of the mote aden heat

Their order was to fell and uproot it

Your light is fading defenceless leaves

The great city of madness when at nightfall

the crippled trees gape by blackened wall

The spirit of evil peers from a silver mask

Lights drive off the stormy night

O the sunken pealing of evening bells

Whore give birth to a dead child

With raving whips god's fury

Punishes brow possesed

Purple pestilence hunger that breaks green eyes

O the horrible laughter of god

But silent in dark caverns a stiller humanity bleeds

Out of hard metals mould reddening heads