And they shall draw
The blood on racks of spikes
And pin the eye
And sayeth the nail of
Him come alive again
Who sent his pain
Down from heaven's
Electric sky :
"Paint from the spear
Where the Roman brother
Pierced my parchment
Dip in my skin of dying fear
Let the colours ache
Let them slip under
And into the nation's tear"
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