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     In the death cell, by waters insisted
its leather hand guard worn and frayed from this dull earth
                  the abandoned oar the lined face of the prophet
       white plumes and streaks in a glide path the sacred resin called copal
                out of the roof garden to railroad and coke magnate
                  a virile almost animal type buried by the ejecta


                        a cage for his sparrows and canaries which he called a comet