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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