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The women come and the women go
As sea winds shift the sand,
But God, to feel the red blood flow
And burn my groping hand.
Oh, God, to tear the hot souls free
As fly the keeling gulls,
To watch, as blossoms from a tree,
Brains fall from cloven skulls,
And blood—to fly in crimson spray
And fall like scarlet sleet.
Oh God, to feel the skulls give way
And break beneath my feet.
Oh, God, the fire inside my brain,
The ice within the fire,
The gods that built the loins of Cain
From brass and golden mire.
Oh Thor of Nadir and the night
The iron oxen low
The hand you laid upon the height
Has seen the ages go.
But I will work a fiery spell
Till suns of Tigris burst,
Blow hard, long iron trumps of Hell,
I sing of stars accurst.