but I have cared
for ye dutchmen-
It is my perogative
to believe, in my
own way, in what
haunts my conscience
& fulfills my hope-
a beastly world with
all the traits in
myself- & god
will crown my head
with grave dung-
but I have sung
the pale rainy lakes
in this choked craw
of mine & will
sing again- &
mine enemies look
me in the eye
if they will, or
be still
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