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APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees / Letting his arms hang down to laugh, / The zebra stripes along his jaw / Swelling to maculate giraffe.
The circles of the stormy moon / Slide westward toward the River Plate, / Death and the Raven drift above / And Sweeney guards the horned gate.