THE COMBATS
At Gassama's
final trumpet, at his final
trumpet . . . They stood like
the crucifixion's stake,
Like the crucifixion's stake,
The Antelopes stood, Cheery visages in glum,
Wreathed with wide waters,
Of the hearts crackdom accepted. They've caressed
Leaking from The Eagles
In twin-legged sphere lea