Pronounce These Last Words In A Loud Voice Poem by Pierre Rausch

Buyer transverse strip
Easier to tear off
Immediately recognition
For the third time
Little box
She would have given it
Hadn't menaced
A taper
He hadn't beheld
He had the courage
To plaster his face to glass
Was full upon that
Our projection
Which dazzled
The voice of Gavroche
From the point he scrutinizes
Are those we love in question
You have a cravat
Our prudence invents
Who aren't you?
And what isn't this?
Nothing is delightful
How happens it that you know
Why, what is this
This glass
I accuse myself of having been
For mother, a woman hat with suffrage
Buyer transverse strips
Easier to tear
Immediately recognition
For the third time
Little box
Buyer transverse strips
Easy to tear off
Immediately reckoned
For the third time
Little box