Artist’s Foresight
They dismounted their horses they took off the great winds
and entered their houses got fat and died You luckily
managed to create them naked just with their spurs
on their white ankles Thus these days none will
understand while staring at their great
cenotaph in the sunlight of July that we are all tired
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