Shrivelled and bleached
After a day fast spent
In punctilious demeanour
Or pensive scribbling
Light will beckon, fooling
Retinas that Titanic is ashore.
Michael will knock, we'll
Welcome me home, or
Hades will knock, and
Blacken my hopes
Drumming will cease in
The chamber of spirits, the
Gangan will sing blue praises
Till dawn
Black skins, black suits.
Black rains will fall
The earth will drink
From cups six feet tall.
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