With nine iron rods
We held the gods
Balanced over jam jars
Then with nine iron bars
We broke those jars
And kissed the gleaming
Crystal knives left behind
Later we spead
Their essences on pumpernickel bread
We were glad when their folly
At last rested in our bellies
In the confusion
Of our purpled splintered mouths
We smiled
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 2:38 AM UTC
With nine iron rods
We held the gods
Balanced over jam jars
Then with nine iron bars
We broke those jars
And kissed the gleaming
Crystal knives left behind
Later we spead
Their essences on pumpernickel bread
We were glad when their folly
At last rested in our bellies
In the confusion
Of our purpled splintered mouths
We smiled
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