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At four o'clock	A
in the gun metal blue dark	B
we hear the first crow of the first cock	A
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just below	C
the gun metal blue window	C
and immediately there is an echo	C
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off in the distance	D
then one from the backyard fence	E
then one with horrible insistence	D
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grates like a wet match	F
from the broccoli patch	F
flares and all over town begins to catch	F
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Cries galore	G
come from the water closet door	G
from the dropping plastered henhouse floor	G
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where in the blue blur	H
their rusting wives admire	I
the roosters brace their cruel feet and glare	J
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with stupid eyes	K
while from their beaks there rise	K
the uncontrolled traditional cries	K
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Deep from protruding chests	L
in green gold medals dressed	M
planned to command and terrorize the rest	M
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the many wives	N
who lead hens' lives	O
of being courted and despised	P
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deep from raw throats	Q
a senseless order floats	Q
all over town A rooster gloats	Q
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over our beds	R
from rusty irons sheds	R
and fences made from old bedsteads	R
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over our churches	R
where the tin rooster perches	R
over our little wooden northern houses	R
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making sallies	R
from all the muddy alleys	R
marking out maps like Rand McNally's	R
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glass headed pins	R
oil golds and copper greens	R
anthracite blues alizarins	R
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each one an active	S
displacement in perspective	S
each screaming This is where I live	T
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Each screaming	U
Get up Stop dreaming	U
Roosters what are you projecting	U
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You whom the Greeks elected	V
to shoot at on a post who struggled	W
when sacrificed you whom they labeled	W
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Very combative	S
what right have you to give	S
commands and tell us how to live	T
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cry Here and Here	X
and wake us here where are	Y
unwanted love conceit and war	G
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The crown of red	Z
set on your little head	Z
is charged with all your fighting blood	V
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Yes that excrescence	R
makes a most virile presence	R
plus all that vulgar beauty of iridescence	R
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Now in mid air	J
by two they fight each other	H
Down comes a first flame feather	H
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and one is flying	U
with raging heroism defying	U
even the sensation of dying	U
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And one has fallen	A2
but still above the town	B2
his torn out bloodied feathers drift down	B2
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and what he sung	C2
no matter He is flung	C2
on the gray ash heap lies in dung	C2
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with his dead wives	R
with open bloody eyes	R
while those metallic feathers oxidize	R
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St Peter's sin	D2
was worse than that of Magdalen	A2
whose sin was of the flesh alone	E2
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of spirit Peter's	R
falling beneath the flares	R
among the servants and officers	R
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Old holy sculpture	H
could set it all together	H
in one small scene past and future	H
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Christ stands amazed	F2
Peter two fingers raised	F2
to surprised lips both as if dazed	F2
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But in between	G2
a little cock is seen	G2
carved on a dim column in the travertine	G2
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explained by gallus canit	F2
flet Petrus underneath it	F2
There is inescapable hope the pivot	F2
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yes and there Peter's tears	R
run down our chanticleer's	R
sides and gem his spurs	R
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Tear encrusted thick	H2
as a medieval relic	H2
he waits Poor Peter heart sick	H2
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still cannot guess	R
those cock a doodles yet might bless	R
his dreadful rooster come to mean forgiveness	R
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a new weathervane	G2
on basilica and barn	G2
and that outside the Lateran	G2
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there would always be	I2
a bronze cock on a porphyry	I2
pillar so the people and the Pope might see	I2
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that event the Prince	R
of the Apostles long since	R
had been forgiven and to convince	R
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all the assembly	I2
that Deny deny deny	G2
is not all the roosters cry	G2
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In the morning	U
a low light is floating	U
in the backyard and gilding	U
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from underneath	J2
the broccoli leaf by leaf	K2
how could the night have come to grief	K2
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gilding the tiny	I2
floating swallow's belly	I2
and lines of pink cloud in the sky	G2
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the day's preamble	L2
like wandering lines in marble	L2
The cocks are now almost inaudible	L2
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The sun climbs in	G2
following to see the end	F2
faithful as enemy or friend	F2

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