Now it’s a job for a handsome man with a sentry box full of sulphur.
He’ll crack a rib before he’ll crack a smile before he’ll crack the trunk of an elder
And spread his hands beneath spreading signs on a bed of gelded embers,
Clutching at eyelashes like a cancer ward,
Clasping the bow to his chest.

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