The Discovered Country

Now wilt thou be a Magus?

then thou must understand how to change the Night again into the Day

Blood Diamond Jubilee

I stake no claim to the ground that withers

As she comes flying over

With her leathery grasp.

The city streets rot beneath her talons

As she comes riding

With the jaws of the dead.

With the silvered fins of the prowling rippers

She comes sailing

And the perished fish eyes burst with silt.

I live among the scaly decaying

And we glitter with our feathered hate

Nuremburg, W1

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