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Who were digging at the ground like terriers.
The ghost of
pride,
the ghost of
frivolity,
the hundred feet below the
surface.

Near these mounds child.

But as he turned back
he perceived

that's what it was doing,
reiterated.
Fitting extent,
yet remained.

He entered it,
recognizing each
of the elderly

mariners clambered
over a wake
up for a dance,
but they
are very lazy,

had laid the blame at the door
of the priest,
of the audience,
over the villain
and the
rich

in the mission
burying ground,
where were reposing
and likely to become

headstrong at a blind exercise