P.N. Grata Poems

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Lastly
First you must somehow remove the curse
from the accursed, once-beloved object;
second you must be virile or fecund,
preparing a way for the birth and its girth;
third you must be humble as a turd,
expecting no less than to be reviled and discarded;
fourth you must bring forth
in twos the animals . . .
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