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Wallowing in this bloody sty,
I cast for fish that pleased my eye(Truly Jehovah's bow
No pots of gold to weight its ends);
Only the blood-mouthed rainbow

As I drifted on a river I could not control,
No longer guided by the bargemen's ropes
They were captured by howling
Who nailed them naked to coloured posts