vile and sore as a creosote candle’s flame
assists in apprehending a few diffident deviants
shouted directions and verses of vigilant embers
celebrations in the rose garden attempted beauty
invented lore serves only to convey novelty
dousing your lips in diluted wine
the names you recite to the moon reel back revolted
beneficent votives in the immortal tongue
this too serious world has no pantomime without us
lesser men maintain the repose of mountains
invested you celebrate the occupation of your town
regrettably this love flowers into fiery disdain
viciously seminal crews attend to your domain
culling the adjourned hue of roses from war
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