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Deep in the hollow jail, sleeps Lord
The mixed speak of bread and of sheets that were
and blue are at his head
His heart like a cat drowns in a

He thinks of all the he will not love
He thinks not of the or the past
lightning spikes the hills above the sea
Where Kasa's ship sets sail for where

There the chief with gold on his hair
Two fingers thick link of coiled ore
Speaks to his white wife, she answers not
He hurls his question angry to the

His wife strikes her with a skull like sound
The bleeding image of her loss revolves above her
every line in its design and accusing eye
That pierces soul

The slaves row on the dragon flag
His heart recoils his red haired son
Beneath the burning walls that he razed

His wife and he speak not as is brought
A cup that seethes like the black of wolves
His wife's dagger is hidden in her
He drinks joyless to a sleep

The Jailer the iron door
Randall wakes, wakes in pain
He shakes his in the beaten gloom
The blood of his wounds is as coal

The Jailer leads him out upon the blinding stair
He feels uneven turf beneath his
The priest intones, the sword on his neck
The is boiling cold

They lay him in the tomb at the of day
They close the earthen door his clay
The birds are plucking worms from the

Their feathers gray as mist on a cloudy
Foresters branches from the sleeping trees
The white sun turns to

His mother lies in her labor nine long
She on Saint Bridget in her time
I looked out on the room of my
With hangings rich of many strange

Nobles stand with their wine in the room
Saluting me and she the queen
Already, I am who I am
Already, I've forgotten who I've

My mother lifts me up to her huge breast
Her nipple like a berry both hard and
Her look on me like waves of the sea
And with small the yellow milk I draw