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HOLY FOOLS EMBODIED

in spring I did not sleep for forty nights
nor did I change my underwear
and the grass-stalks along my arduous path
sang that it was good
for they witnessed my fasting
surviving on spiritual beer
I became Christs; a whole bunch of them
we flogged each other
in our ferocious dance
spinning like dogs behind our tails
and none of us changed his underwear

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