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Description
Grisly drapes, dressed in murk and hanging with smoke:
When the wind is blown it’s as light as crooked hollowed bird bones:
They flutter; they float, and are born to flight,
And the curtains to it smile in the ceaseless winds and
The blessing of transpyreing smoke transformations
And the blessings of pure dust, away! like the grain of low grade film
Under a red lamplight, under a broken bulb bed-light
A crisp and contrasting white sheet lay ruffled,
A naked body lay stark ass end up and arms open to a Lord
Hanging limp and lifeless from the edge of the bed.
And, like a proper pauper’s poor head laying down on its side
In reverence and acceptance and devotion of the coming of Christ
In a cup at the bedside, half empty, the crushed swelling of blood grapes,
The tattling of tree branch skipping off the window,
The deceptive shadows dancing under the blue moon light
Through the windows pale inner curtains,
Before the dark brood of drapes.

Description
Grisly drapes, dressed in murk and hanging with smoke:
When the wind is blown it’s as light as crooked hollowed bird bones:
They flutter; they float, and are born to flight,
And the curtains to it smile in the ceaseless winds and
The blessing of transpyreing smoke transformations
And the blessings of pure dust, away! like the grain of low grade film
Under a red lamplight, under a broken bulb bed-light
A crisp and contrasting white sheet lay ruffled,
A naked body lay stark ass end up and arms open to a Lord
Hanging limp and lifeless from the edge of the bed.
And, like a proper pauper’s poor head laying down on its side
In reverence and acceptance and devotion of the coming of Christ
In a cup at the bedside, half empty, the crushed swelling of blood grapes,
The tattling of tree branch skipping off the window,
The deceptive shadows dancing under the blue moon light
Through the windows pale inner curtains,
Before the dark brood of drapes.