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Black Julius peered out from the galley fly; / Behind Jim Island, lying long and dim; / An infra owl-light tinged the twilight sky / As if a bonfire burned for cherubim.
Dark orange flames came leering through the pines, / And then the moon's face, struggling with a sneeze, / Along the flat horizon's level lines / Her nostrils fingered with palmetto trees.
Her platinum wand made water wrinkles buckle; / Old Julius gave appreciative chuckle; / "It's jes about hag-hollerin' time," he said.
I watched the globous buckeyes in his head
Peer back along the bloody moon-wash dim / To see the fish-tailed water-witches swim.