what does one do               with ruin 

who is ordained to bring

order to the land & seasons

to flowering i am no king

languishing at the border of life &

death waiting for

an elixir of bird-song or magic

no bottomless wellspring am i

gladness ready to pay off

tithe collectors in the morning

what does one feed the furnace

always eager to devour to shreds

leashed dogs no less heartsick

than those without

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