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Ostracized as we are with God—
 * The watchers of the civilized wastes
 * reverse their signals on our track


 * Lepers of the moon
 * all magically diseased
 * we come among you
 * innocent
 * of our luminous sores


 * unknowing
 * how perturbing lights
 * our spirit
 * on the passion of Man
 * until you turn on us your smooth fool's faces
 * like buttocks bared in aboriginal mockeries


 * We are the sacerdotal clowns
 * who feed upon the wind and stars
 * and pulverous pastures of poverty


 * Our wills are formed
 * by curious disciplines
 * beyond your laws


 * You may give birth to us
 * or marry us
 * the chances of your flesh
 * are not our destiny—


 * The cuirass of the soul
 * still shines—