But As We See [The Hierophant]

What she wanted, and it was with the thought of killing them at a time when

People's thoughts had not turned towards conservation—I fired my piece.

She had a dark face, and perhaps hidden claws, and I already see you

Experienced your mother. Running over the Empress's back I would have shot

One hundred of her reverend sirs propped up in bed. Gazing at them or piecing

Them together as I never before cast my eyes—with as little regret as I ever have.

And the instant the ox-eyed Empress flinches in the paralysis, her hand shooting

Up, all is cramped by the need to be in everything with the rule on her lips. 

One fore and one hind foot pinned to her off-kilter music, I regret as I ever have,

Being unable to present it in its own rich and animated language. The sea-breezes

Distressing these peeling fence-rails. Perhaps there'll still be a stampede, and her lips

To testify, to the book we raise in the morning until we retire to rest, not gratified. 

No sooner has the returning sun again bleached the pages, then she has tacked the breeze

For another tedious and unrewarding affair. All this because you know who has had

The whole of the first volume cut out. Forced to truly live by what we believe or worst, be gratified 

To wage war against my feelings, I welcomed all. Some wired models of the academy

In another editorial fantasy made me of themselves. Hunched as one who has had

The fragile texture of her portfolio opened by skeptical, indifferent eyes. As I've already seen

Our little campaign played in a sequence of blue. With the remaining colors carry on playing

Without it—Very much so, the unanswered letters, she wanted the thought of killing them each time.