Pulpit
Poultry
yard
Cowlrath
cries
Clean
your pores
The
bells ring
Man
of sorrows
Dried
with blood
Hark
to the smart bell
In
his cell
Tub-thumper
Shuttle-cock
Plump
turtle doves
Mouths
of truth
Flood
of flesh
Wednesday
meadow
Stream
of callers
On
the porch
Red
wool
Around
their arms
Salt
up the nostrils
Multiply
the loaves
Good
to the spirit
To
run hither and yon
Stiff
in body
Collecting
mud
From
bath’s bottom
Scraping
one another
With
a strigil
Lash
my ribs
Black
liver
On
the footstool
Bear
malice
Like
a mule
Graven
like a wolf
Like
horses neighing
At
firm virgin
Pamper
you flesh
Like
as the mule
Steady
heat
Craning
necks
Hiccups
Moabites
Carmelites
Tinker
toys float
In
the holy water
Lofty
cross
To
the ages
And
ages
Pulling
down statues
In
the teeth
Of
a hostile bishop
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