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At the window Satan trims
his nails,
A virgin in a shadowy room
crushes
Stolen roses as red as
blood for him
She’s just read the
overturned sign
In his halo of light why
will the man
Get to the point where he
crucifies
Christ for the second
time, for the third
Time, for the nth time
because Satan
Found the place where he
could trim
His nails an unknown
repentant woman
From the sect of finger
lickers showed
Him the easy way but, for
the time being,
Nobody has changed the
expression
On the face: he approached
the threshold
Of knowledge the time
sieved itself easily
Into dust in between long clipped
nails
Whose flesh is flayed,
white, rippled, thin
As if by the blast of an
A-bomb.
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