And the girls in the pyre
They’re coming to clean my house
As if history was a
steam-roller
With the most delicate
fingersUncovering my buried treasure
The earring of a Nubian princess
I entertained one night under the carpet
The blade my murderer forgot
Fleet-footing it out of a dream
Like the whole 5th century
I was just reading about
But it all comes clear now
And clean what once
Just seemed
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