The steel that sleeps the eye
Needs no tax nor toll
Kings with men may lie
Swollen and haloed
Sweetest skin burns
Now I've buried
All the gold beneath my hide
Now I'll swallow
Breath with blood
Pole and anchor
Stone and mitre
God and beast and
Wine and piss and
Bread and fish and man
Virgin ground stains
Now we've wandered
Through the pole star's dusty floe
And my crown is breath and blood

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