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By reeds in rank here rests a rodent king;By Reeds In Rank Here Rests A Rodent King
By reeds in rank here rests a rodent king; The knot of weeds he wears entombs the stone. As climbs the carrion’s clarion-call, by wing From whirlwind’s wake I saw descend: a crone.
Compelled, my mouth received Abaddon’s crown Wherefrom with numbing nectar poppies weep. Still, still my doldrum-drum refused to drown: Omphalos — retch! and spill the seeds of sleep
And ‘neath my sole let sprout a scarlet sea. Each bitter echo bears a blesséd breath Of who remains below remembrance' lea. At dusk lament that coat of myrrh, when death
Returns their dust to earth. She kneels to weep With salt — no life should rise for Her to reap.
Among the reeds, a rat king lies here; The tangled weeds he wears cover the rock. As the call of decay rises, carried by wings, From the storm's aftermath, I saw an old woman come down.
Forced, my mouth took in the crown of destruction, From which poppies cry with numbing nectar. Yet, my dull drumbeat refused to be silenced: Center of the world — gag! and release the seeds of sleep.
And under my foot, let a red sea grow. Each bitter echo carries a blessed breath Of those who remain beneath the field of memory. At dusk, mourn that coat of myrrh, when death
Returns their dust to the earth. She kneels to cry With tears — no life should rise for Her to harvest.