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Out of the smoke of men's wrath, / The red mist of anger, / Suddenly, / As a wraith of sleep, / A boy's face, white and tense, / Convulsed with terror and hate, / The lips trembling.
Then a red smear, falling.
I thrust aside the cloud, as it were tangible, / Blinded with a mist of blood.
The face cometh again / As a wraith of sleep: / A boy's face delicate and blonde, / The very mask of God, / Broken.