| DID I see a crucifix in your eyes | |
| and nails and Roman soldiers | |
| and a dusk Golgotha? | |
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| Did I see Mary, the changed woman, | |
| washing the feet of all men, | 5 |
| clean as new grass | |
| when the old grass burns? | |
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| Did I see moths in your eyes, lost moths, | |
| with a flutter of wings that meant: | |
| we can never come again. | 10 |
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| Did I see No Man’s Land in your eyes | |
| and men with lost faces, lost loves, | |
| and you among the stubs crying? | |
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| Did I see you in the red death jazz of war | |
| losing moths among lost faces, | 15 |
| speaking to the stubs who asked you | |
| to speak of songs and God and dancing, | |
| of bananas, northern lights or Jesus, | |
| any hummingbird of thought whatever | |
| flying away from the red death jazz of war? | 20 |
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| Did I see your hand make a useless gesture | |
| trying to say with a code of five fingers | |
| something the tongue only stutters? | |
| did I see a dusk Golgotha? | |
