Sabaoth

The Fountain of Blood
My blood in waves seems sometimes to be spouting
as though in rhythmic sobs a fountain swooned.
i hear its long, low, rushing sound till, doubting,
i feel myself all over for the wound.
Across the town, as in the lists of battle,
it flows, transforming paving stones to isles,
slaking the thirst of creatures, men, and cattle,
and colouring all nature red for miles.
Sometimes Ive sought relief in precious wines
to lull in me the fear that undermines,
but found they sharpened every sense the more.
Ive also sought forgetfulness in lust,
but loves a bed of needles, and they thrust
to give more drink to each rapacious whore
(Thanks to juan for these lyrics)
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