Hear, sung, | 1 |
the low tones and doom-writ | 2 |
of the small town Main Street salon cadaver | 3 |
and its ears, | 4 |
tuned to the crow | 5 |
of a vain jukebox | 6 |
and its aria Ave Maria of graves, | 7 |
the dinner bell, | 8 |
gong of surreptitious hungers of Hell | 9 |
and its parlor, | 10 |
armed in commemorative plate | 11 |
and armed of phallic incongruence, | 12 |
hear the low tones of the moaning | 13 |
out dormers, | 14 |
out from the sundry church lofts | 15 |
of yore. | 16 |
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