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the broken birds egg of a skull

we hissed along the polished ice in games confederate

two vast trunk-less legs of stone stand in the desert

she sits in the tawny vapour that the city lanes have uprolled

the summer lapsed away

the great slime kings were gathered there for vengance

something is pushing them to the side of their own lives

thou watches the last oozings hour by hour

There's some corner of a foreign field that is forever England

to keep me from melancholy i fill this stolen time with you