North of Naught

And the baobad and its sparrows,
And the feminists and her riots,
And the books and its fuse,
And the pope and his flask,
And the king and our daughters,
And the fire and the cornfields,
And the market and the pickpockets,
And 72 virgins for the terrorists,
And the mistress and my bastard,
And the poets and the rats,
And the suffrage and fine bigots,
And the gays and altar boys,
And the times and seasons,
And hope and its cure,
And the calories that it takes to shed folly on this page,
All is naught,
All is naught,
All is naught,
Amen.

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