sometimes he kissed their hands,
shut himself in drink-room
small shirt of bloody child
a horse worth sixty royals
parochial it slept,
it k**s you on the spot
lasciviously spoiled
bullfinches stop their singing
said "Lord chose little girls,"
devoutly on his knees
nobody picks it up,
mountain-true rendering
sodomitic sins, and female go-betweens...
no more coughing after eating
beautiful skin deserves a beautiful finish!
...the devil or the ingot- the best of his belief!
what witnesses inscribed:
"effusion of 'claret',
decapitated child,
bound head and foot in irons"
worth no more than horses
head reduced to ashes
put them in a coffer,
marketplace of Vannes...
sometimes he kissed their hands,
shut himself in drink-room
small shirt of bloody child
a horse worth sixty royals...