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THE DALI

Put your face into Dali's
brown toned painting, there
where there is a place for you
on the empty horse, gross red
rivers of hell shall bleed out
of you, and murder will circle
you like ugly buzzards.
On six black stallions you
and your ugly friends will
ride, making deserts with
the ashes of gallant soldiers,
and hard dirt plains with
the bodies of men,
grossly deceived.
The dead bush behind you will
burst into a thousand satanic
swords, staffs of lightless fire
contorted in the desert
of Dali. But
ride fast my friend, for
the painter is almost
finished.

D. Wilson

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