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Lord of The Machines

slowly quite slowly struggles

a word of thirst out of his mouth

slowly quite slowly opens

itself a backyard's door

out on the masonry

serving machines lie in wait

and a dead plumptree rips off

the passing by dog's tail

slowly quite slowly it dawns

a boy is swallowing

slowly quite slowly the bones of

the right little finger of his father down

the door in backyard closes no more

the masonry was just a set

the nightwatcher movie a wild slaughter of

ancient sewing art in known lands

the nightwatcher isn't interested in that no more

while the interested do not watch the night go on

and the tree - as you will see

it is now lord of the machines

and they are - away too far

they're sewing a black stole for it

slowly - you always watch the winter passing by

slowly, slowly - the winter's passing by

the dogs they are no more

have eaten too much plum

the boy is also nearly full

his father - the nightwatcher -

he isn't interested in

he's rather not thirsty

with the nails of sewing machines

in his mouth no dogs will bite him