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[F]rom things lost you were cast out brow-splitter
clutch close glowing wick greet your memory

one skull then none, prayer-shards, my one-eye slur
moon-eye upon my forehead. Machete

scars here and here, a cigarette put out
in my ear half-devoured sinnerman.

In the wood, wine-fresh with weed, fresh with sprout,
damn with green fuse; I gagged it down began

clinging to this last evening, shredded, who
buried this splinter gagging on crypt and cask

licked each wood-hour scar of my ruined face
for I dig, you dig and the worms dig, too.

Give me earth O face, ugly face, my mask:
remember! I drink away this disgrace.