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 the bigness of cannon is skilful,

but i have seen death's clever enormous voice which hides in a fragility of poppies. . ..

i say that sometimes on these long talkative animals are laid fists of huger silence.

I have seen all the silence full of vivid noiseless boys

at Roupy i have seen between barrages,

the night utter ripe unspeaking girls.

III

Buffalo Bill's defunct who used to          ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus

he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death