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Holy Site
Let steam of copper pools take dust and grease
And leather sharpened edge scrape clean this skin,
That I might gain Assisi’s gated path.
For crusades’ sultry wanderings have come,
With all the ghosts, proud soldiers’ steel, to loss.
Jerusalem relent to sword’s extend.
I wish now only for your holy songs,
To fall on knees that lips would taste your praise,
And tongues, your crown, in exaltation raise.
And leather sharpened edge scrape clean this skin,
That I might gain Assisi’s gated path.
For crusades’ sultry wanderings have come,
With all the ghosts, proud soldiers’ steel, to loss.
Jerusalem relent to sword’s extend.
I wish now only for your holy songs,
To fall on knees that lips would taste your praise,
And tongues, your crown, in exaltation raise.
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