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Dear, I roll this duck egg
Over your breasts to steal
The poison, old troubles,
& lamentation.  The angry cells

Will sprout in this sacrifice
That now takes on your burdens
& pleas.  The mystery of gods
Lives on our bodies.  I want you

To take this icon, my dear,
Wrap it in a silk garment
& bury it thirty-three paces
Among the trees.  Disbelief

Can't change what's happened here
Tonight, with these bad omens
Zonked, & I can't think ugly
Since I deal in cosmic stuff.