look like they’re about to kiss
but just in time Arthur dies
in his arms I mean by his sword
fifties films resemble the middle ages
in the minds of current Westerners
but at one time the movies had the kind
of hold on the American imagination
that mythology in its last days
had upon the old Greeks and Romans
my heart is too sick to pray
the cup the cup the end
but if you were ever ten then
on Saturdays you sat enthralled
at a round table and killed men
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