Nightmare Fire

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All is wrong
In my Mother tongue

I am less homeful, still for hire:
long live bulls' nomadic fire!

My worst nightmare: shackles
out of joyful punning
as my refuge, I fear
yields to new master's cunning

(...in, out & roundabout the deeply
wallowing whale to swallow
your badge, crown & shackles, & so--)

I bid you goodnight, sweet Prince:
unfettered nightmares find you poor
and free!
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