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The Devil Hears Voices
Walking papers — I have nothing more.
That and a sandwich.
I bring water to the bridge
and a cannon to judge the king.
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Gone West
I often wonder, Oscar,
How it fares with you ;
Do you look down and smile on us,
From that vast realm of blue ?
Tell me, Brother, do you hear
The belching cannon's roar?
Does their death-dealing thunder break
Your peace on yonder shore ?
I seem to hear you answering,
That toil and pain and woe
And care and strife — ah! yes, and death
Were left behind, below.
Peace
Perched upon the muzzle of a cannon
A yellow butterfly is slowly opening and shutting its
wings.