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I went to the graveyard And saw two pigeons

One chased the other Cannibalism or courtship?

Then I thought of the women Who have chased me And whom I've chased

So what are we, really? We mate on top of the skulls Of our ancestors And eat the flesh Of our infants

And a juggler of balls said, We are worms Eating from one end And shitting from the other

Then I despised my own life And I said, Better the unborn Than the walking dead

Let me return to the dust and mud Where this golem-clay came from

And let this jar Return to its potter's caresses

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