Blood—my dear—red blood is quite
Exiguous here in this desert of
stones
Where zouaves wander in their ragged
Homeless battalions flanked by a troop
Of cats toting tattered flags and
ensigns
Look! here’s the sky that drowned
itself
For no good reason O this is all so
very
Incomprehensible so indecipherable
Just take another step let's keep
walking
One day we will find the root and
vine
The most beautiful jungle of
madness
We will find footprints there yes it
is true
They will sweat blood but we won't beg
For they will have so little to give
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