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H
E ENSNARES BIRDS AND BANTERS
with the wind.
Pitched on wild grassland
He’s lost his eyes
Stolen from the coat of a soldier.
Three young lads came along
Scattered his guts on the ground
Where they laid a dishevelled girl.
Without his body of golden silk
The scarecrow
Dreams ungovernable dreams
That bewilder the birds.