| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - The perfect emblem of futility.Mendoza carved me for a country church.(His name???s forgotten now except by me.)I stood beside a gilded altar whereThe hopeless offered God their misery.I heard their women whispering at my feet???Prayers for the lost, the dying, and the dead.Their candles stretched my shadow up the wall,And I became the hunger that they fed.I broke my left wing in the Revolution(Ev
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