You
Can leave the tongues
Passing
They were bleeding
But
They spoke not
As yet:
They settled on the boat
Before capsizing
So
The others accepted
Them with open hands
Deriding
You must getter more, boy,
The
Night
Is
Father
Of
These
Horrors
The ghosts of faces and
Eyes circled black:
History and thunder
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