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re-priming 
for
those who have gone under 
you
get ideas from what's down there
from
the lost 
from
their having gone
and
often about to kick off the scaffold 
sometimes
tiredeness overtakes 
and
all the years till now 
there's
always a ladder 
up
and in 
corner
with your initials engraved 
while
in their ooze you splash
then
summer comes 
fizzle
among 
and
soggy if sky down 
come
on a tumbrel 
not
even in their prime yet 
not
yet fleshed
now
under! now forever gone!
all
of them were children 
none
could vote
all
served 
and
traitors!
we
carved them up
crows
pecked the entrails
you
can always work with a stain 
scrape
back 
you
need some depth to carve 
some
of these ideas could push up daisies 
and
burying's too good for some
so
we dig 'em out to flog some more 
many
drowned in the last storm
some
bobbed up 
sprayed
them down like bugs 
or
left to bake 
with
the ants crawl over
honey-coated
left
to wash away 
some
rot 
we
lay to rest
we
burn 
each
for example 
and
let that be lesson
but
am I finished with them then?
every
one was tricked to be
not
one had a choice 
yes
I laughed demoniacally 
evil
if not genius 
came
at them with the chisel 
came
at them with the knife again 
why
should they survive, not me?
so
various 
the
launch into eternity 
think
of the forgotten 
deep
pile and dusty 
spiders'
home 
death
to the dead!
and
as to those fortunate still writhe 
in
possibility -
on
all those who are about to salute me 
I
slap down the paint  
amen
hooray
 
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