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The sbirri
and the Cabiri
in a water closet
unlocked for deposit
they write novels
on French models
oh, Spirit’s fruitfulness
in the look so beauteous
they abolish sonorous
sufferings
in more intense music of beings
sitting on terrible calamities
the dreamed liberation
of the womb so violent
all the old bondages
are dirtied at the moment
they play, their pants down
for whoever in the town
they won’t get out of the water closet
because it’s settled they shall smear
them all with shit they being loved
by the cannibalistic Tirtans through all
their breaths through all their bugles
the terrifying hustle and bustle of the forms
and the diarrhoea of the action
in all colours.
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