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Arc
1
About the house seldom
Afield with our sheep
From my
mother I learned ‘Our Father’
These were the years of my discretion
I vowed to keep my virginity
For as long
as it pleased God
2
My voices promised to lead me to Paradise
‘Go, and whatever may come of it
Let it come’ I don’t know
A from B,
Orleans from a broken wish-bone
‘Take up the banner of your Lord’
Sown with lilies, fringed with silk
Jesus
Maria rubs the rust from my sword
3
While poplars scrub the sky’s underbelly
My horse’s hooves emboss the morning-star
They seal
its heat in the steaming road
Our enemies hang from clouds with silver
Spilling from their pockets
The
money-lenders come from Heaven
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