"Like a ghost-ship gull lost in a death filled desert,

Like an ossuary owl in wrack-filled ruins,

I call, fall, keep solitary deathwatch-beetle

Watch, a lone carrion-crow on a lonely cross.

My godless enemies mock me and make my dead name

A hellish curse. For bread, I eat pods, thorns, cinders;

Blood-tears salt my tainted drink."

From: Bloodwork, by Nathan Redman
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