aren't they blessed
they walk on blessed stones
pumice-soft punishment
broken for mere oats
and he loves her
and she believes him, too
sound them then and break barrel
send sisters for his shoe
does the one give way
or else a terrible tangle
tire the whole room out
cut up, Maria, and find an angle
marble sons meant to die
wipe your tears, he saves us
promise of profits, we silly slaves
beg for light from darkened caves
our ignorance enslave us
deep carved cheek
call near the rapture
whether left hand or right
then echo the rafter
beasts and fowl and frightful haunt
spirit drive us, spirit-boy
gaunt
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