The wasps of glass that flitter in the mind
This skull's coiffure indeed
They have become.
Hallowed be his name
- as hollowed his head
- grown lately dumb
- so slightly dead
Who towards the stars looked up.
Here shall burn a lasting flame
To fire his kind
That shall this age succeed.
But how the worms shall sup!
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