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Pilgrims Walking – V
We are given, gifted, brave souls Such that the oft cowering are offscourings Bound for Gehenna’s rank mounds Temples of dirt and toxic mould Our head rounds should point to the sun Never down to the ground like a coward Let lion eyes beam out, let man be lionised Let Earth be wonderful, let us…
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Pilgrims Walking – IV
We have lamps inside us Whose light outshines us Shines outside us Shrine to holiness Lazaret of Lazarus Mage of Montserrat We are sheep with a wise husbandrist You are bondmen drifting in twisted chains Someone is grinning at widespread chagrin Someone is winning by this felling wind Silence is telling, loud is the shelling …
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Pilgrims Walking – III
Are you bound for Coventry, sirs? He is in bearing a laird In character a cur, clear liar His seals of office wholly undeserved His officers spurs you could not call earned Eyes covetous as a drake’s dream of jewels gleaming in its lair What Joyce called a heaventree Of stars spans the sky above…
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Pilgrims Walking – II
The denizens in and beyond these hills Sought every sordid, sanguinary thrill And in their wake a pill to weaken and stake through every ill We trouped past dark satanic mills Mustering dark winds and deathly chills Ill born of miasms plague the villages The dells and hamlets where it kills Indiscriminately like a serial…
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Pilgrims Walking – I
We descend grim hills Slate tests our shoe grips Kills our knees and shins Whipping winds tear our shirts, sent us widdershins We are shivering when we arrive in We have tasted monastic meads We have stalked Asphodel fields We have steeled ourselves at tempters We have avoided usurers and lenders Rule benders and fiend…
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