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Temple, tank, jail
Palace, birds
The carrion
One hundred voices
Yet aware that they could meet no more
One last ride in the jungle.
Presently the ground opens to full sunlight.
The grassy slope... is bright with butterflies.
Horses don’t want,
Swerve apart.
The Earth don’t want,
It sends up rock.
The temple, tank, jail,
Palace, birds,
The carrion;
One hundred voices.
Reconciliation a success.
Funny shipwreck, back to laughing.
Ride between the jolly bushes and the rocks
There crawls a cobra...
with nothing in particular.
Horses don’t want,
Swerve apart.
The Earth don’t want,
It sends up rock.
The temple, tank, jail,
Palace, birds,
The carrion;
One hundred voices.
Why can’t we?
Why not now?
It’s what we want.
But for one hundred voices.
"We are waddling in at this hour of the world to take our seat.
So clear out of here good fellows, to a
double-time beat."
In a beautiful rage, he dances this way.
"Fifty-five hundred years hence;
"Only then," he said, half kissing him,
"Shall you and I be friends."
Horses don’t want,
Swerve apart.
The Earth don’t want,
It sends up rock.
The temple, tank, jail,
Palace, birds,
The carrion;
One hundred voices.
Why can’t we?
"No, not yet,"
Why not now?
But for one hundred voices.
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