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Gaunt forms knot around the hinges,
their limbs caught like climbing ivy,
the joints swollen impossibly.
Above them, riding the iron flanges,
Herr Mengele and his angels.
As on earth, so in unearthly
realms--those most damned rule serenely
with chicken hearts and syringes.
 (Reverse)
Here the All-Father reclines at
his leisure to figs and white wine
while four neutered cherubs stake down
the straining corners of a net,
the cords of it welting reprobate
no more than regenerate skin.
--One prays they are all only stone
and will, in time, disintegrate.
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