Run for the wall I yell
She’s already removed his tail
But I’m not that wizard
Who can save his life
As soon as he’s in pieces
She’s in peace the reward
Was in the victory perhaps
Not the spectacle of death
Now a doze under the hibiscus tree
Still cool from last night’s rain
For me only the words
Are real when I look up
It’s all Pissarro and Monet
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