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When I felt alone, there I went,
Fell into the labyrinth of my mind.
The door I found first
Looked burnt and abandoned.

I knew a simple soldier
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark

Behind him the hotdogs split and
On the public grills, and the ochreous salt flats,
Gas tanks, factory stacks- that
Of imperfections his bowels were part of-Rippled and pulsed in the glassy updraught

Staring corpselike at the ceiling,
See his harsh, unrazored features,
Ghastly brown against the pillow,
And his throat—so strangely bandaged

For fifty years,
Cruel, insatiable Old World
You have punched me over the
Till you made me cough blood