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Eaindra, from Bones Will Crow

Lullaby for a Night

His smile flashes like a pocketknife.

In the very first nook of my extending right hand
Cultures are forged...

You have pretended not
To notice my pretensions.

How revolting it is
To be sexy and brassy...

My cracked canticles shiver.

Here you go...
The generosity of my dead sobs
Until the shoulders of the night give in

I will pretend not to notice
Your pretensions.