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The Fire in Your Throat
In an alcove in black walled misery
Grasshopper smiles down from haughty tower
Chirp legs crossed
Chirp tossed down
To a rebellious drunk crowd
Just a small chink in immense granite ground
Where the bomb shattered birdsong instantly
Drown the skins of voyagers
Drown the skins of pilgrims
Screaming aflame in the end of things
Lost in a sky wrapped in clouds
Lost in a sky wreathed in flames and thunder
Doubt not your old ground grasshopper tyrant
Sizzle your last sizzle to the children
But scream well and never silence the fire in your throat
