In The Court
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Here, here, in the Court
I feel a drear
Things mechanical
Invention stays away.
Inspiration shuns.
Black-coated figures
As in a mourning
No! they are fighting
Not swords or cannons
Not nuclear or …..
No
No; they speak out
Arrows.
Here
I feel extremes
I see some light
Dim light
However.
Around a table
Small groups discussing.
For
Here, here, in the Court
I feel a drear
Things mechanical
Wheels, cogs that
Turn around
And round and
Round
And I in them
Turn round and
round
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