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Lullaby
It is a summer evening.
The yellow moths sag
Against the locked screens
And the faded curtains
Suck over the window sills
And from another building
A goat calls in his dreams.
This is the TV parlor
In the best ward at Bedlam.
The night nurse is passing
Out the evening pills.
She walks on two erasers,
Padding by us one by one.
MY sleeping pill is white.
It is a splendid pearl;
It floats me out of myself,
My stung skin as alien
As a loose bolt of cloth.
I will ignore the bed.
I am linen on a shelf.
Let the others moan in secret;
Let each lost butterfly
Go home. Old woolen head,
Take me like a yellow moth
While the goat calls hush-
A-bye.
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