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WHAT EZEKIEL SAID

from Take Me to Church


Ayatollahs and the rubied sands
husks of men blown by the years.
Speak now, forever hold your peace
O man, our bones groan with novelty.

The wilds are a place desolate
the weeping crane, lantana
and the ostrich.
Breathe haemocyte through ventricles,
ring the funereal bells backwards
"in the beauty of the lily."






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