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|The Worm Joseph|
|(I am a worm and no manDavid)|
The worm is clad in plated mail|
And rides upon the envious Earth
His power prevails and shall prevail
When Death gleans in the fields of Birth.
He sips the purple wine of kings|
From burnished skulls and bumper hearts,
Of fat and famine years he sings
And fills his granaries from the marts.
His brethren that have sold his name,|
Denied him to his ancient Sire,
Shall seek him when they feel his fame
Shall find him when they fear his fire.
But you, O Benjamin, beloved,|
Dove-like and young, with him shall sup
And then departing unreproved
Bear with you his divining cup.
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