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To Moh cs	A
in the marshlands still in the pouring rain	B
August th where those summoned	C
and hastily gathered died in thousands	A
in the space of a moment the chronicler	D
scribbles in the safety of distance	A
cruel panthers in a moment to hell's pit	E
That day the guns chained wheel to wheel	F
smoke and the cries of men and horses	A
the knights shot from their saddles armour	D
dragging them into the mire the hooves	A
stamping them in the infantry butchered	G
in the space of a moment the swift	H
routine of retreat slaughter and rout	I
the space of a moment No prisoners	A
the wails of the wounded the dying becks	A
brimmed with blood and the young king	J
thrown from his horse drowned in his breastplate	K
Thereafter Suleyman recalls he sat on the field	L
in the pouring rain on his glittering throne	M
to the long applause of his army I am	N
Sultan Suleyman Han son of Sultan Selim Han	O
son of Sultan Bayezid Han The shadow of God	P
And they butcher the captives dig the pits	A
to bury their own brave dead horses and men	Q
thousand whose last rainy day was this	A
and the other dead lie in the rain or scatter	D
their bones in the wetlands and the reedgrass	A
Whatever birds pecked out their eyes	A
their names are no matter nor the stream	R
they drowned in nor the name of the planet	S
whose soft brown body they shovelled in after	D
Thereafter the land burns and the churches	A
thereafter women and slaves and silver	D
And thereafter pronounces the historian	T
his quill's tip brushing his cheek his point	U
squeaking over the page the lamp's glint	V
on his inkhorn the long Turkish night	W
the tomb of the nation dug in the rain	B
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In the space of a moment in the centuries	A
moments pile into leaf over leaf	X
season by season as the winters pass	A
and the wars roll over and the borders shift	H
it is ploughland old bones surfacing	J
at the hoe's edge and the plough's iron	Y
scapulae and vertebrae rising in a flat	Z
wide fenced country laid open to the wind	A2
prowled by the tractors of the collectives	A
and the same wandering birds black earth	B2
through white snow wind beaten scarecrow	C2
and the white silence of another winter	D
It is a museum of bones in the thick boney	D2
stew of each other where some bird sings	A
in the evergreens and a boy rings a bell	E2
in the long white silence that follows	A
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It is a field of poles upright at a pit's rim	F2
carved into cruel faces chiselled in grimaces	A
spiked helmeted horned a ragged line of posts	A
that are totems of men straggling off into trees	A
some aslant the long necks of horses	A
rearing from snow They are flail and bludgeon	T
and battleaxe calvaries of yokes and the bows	A
of the swift horsemen the trailed arms	A
of the willow tree They are the crescent moon	G2
and the star the cross the crown the turban	T
and the tarboosh gnarled glances of soldiers	A
the figures of dead men rising from the earth	B2
Suleyman with a basket of heads at his pommel	H2
and the dead king Lajos in his blue bonnet	S
Overhead the high jets in the clear blue	I2
corridor of cloudless sky above Serbia	J2
flying the line of the great rivers	A
whose names are the same though the names	A
of the empires and the nations shift	H
on the maps South of here not far	K2
in the debateable lands of the warring states	A
the bones are again rising in the mud	L2
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Very fast very slow the music	M2
a lament from the villages	A
a music come down from the mountains	A
called across rivers across plains	A
ah no joking and no joking	J
a gift for the kolo bridegroom	N2
the thieves they are singing	J
dance my love dance faster	D
faster till we fall down	O2
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The reedgrass that will be thatch	P2
first snowy fields turned in the plough	Q2
A line of trucks in a white field	L
waiting for grain not yet sown	M
end of the winter quarter	D
end of the season of craving	J
the river's ice drifting south	R2
snow collapsing from the buildings	A
the days of the death of King Winter	D
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The Bus j r s	A
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Time to take to the streets	A
wearing the skins of beasts	A
masks years in the making offspring	J
of the old whisperers in the hearth	S2
kin to the devotees of trees	A
and certain stones and all rivers	A
lord of the vines and beasts	A
our lady of the wild things the old gods	A
who never made it into heaven	T
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Bus s	A
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They step out of the unwritten	T
the unremembered out of Illyria	D
out of the south the dark the flight	W
and the distant remembrance of panic	M2
the horned hoof footed hard drinking	J
god of the shepherds They step out	I
through the winter streets in masks	A
horns in sheepskins and bandoliers	A
with their bells and their rattles	A
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Bus s	A
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With their antlers tall in the skins	A
of beasts belled shaggy moustache men	Q
huge with their clubs and horns	A
wild in their tall wooden masks	A
coming on from the distance	A
all the years they have travelled	T2
out of the unwritten the agrapha	Q2
the history of the forgotten	T
the long shadows of the lost gods	A
At noon they have crossed the river	D
they have taken the streets	A
filled with organized riot	S
the ruckus of men in the male dance	A
the clatter and rattle of flails	A
the interminable clanging of bells	A
rain clanking into buckets	A
in mockery taking their ways	A
through the orders of anarchy	D2
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Bus s	A
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Fierce and yet not fierce	A
joking and yet not joking	J
this is the management of chaos	A
the war of the great ratchets	A
the battle of the bells upright animals	A
striding through the streets	A
through the cold falling sunlight	W
in a wild skirling music	M2
bearing the skulls of animals	A
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Bus s	A
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Others come as veiled hooded women	T
a brown friar another the devil	H2
a joker in a Russian tank mask	U2
a Groucho Marx an Austrian helmet	S
And these others ghosts in dirty sheets	A
rags sackcloth and ashes and stocking masks	A
bunched in knots of impudent silence	A
young men scattering the girls	A
the dead risen from the dead	V2
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Centuries ago the traveller	D
Evliya elebi warned his far flung	W2
wandering countrymen of the masked	X2
madmen of Moh cs in the marshland	Y2
in their shaggy jackets and bells	A
and their faceless faces	A
they are devils devils	A
in the place of devils	A
no one should go there	D
In their own legend of themselves	A
they chased the Turks out of town	O2
in terror In the ill disciplined	C
shaggy masked half drunk ranks	A
among pitchforks and whirling clubs	A
the carved severed head on a stick	M2
of a janissary moustache top knot skull	H2
goes round and round in the racket	E
and the gathering fire and the dusk	Z2
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How years ago they were fearless	A
in the place of defeat and rose again	Q
how years ago a pig's blood painted	L2
a cross in the town square and how	Q2
the masks stained in animal blood	L2
and the wild cries and the kolo	H2
was their resistance How once	A
they were one with the beasts	A
one with men one with the gods	A
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Rutting and butting as beasts	A
sticks for pricks bells balls	A
and under the mask is another	D
and another they are Bus s	A
three days of the year Bus s	A
parading their ragged squads	A
to the square where the cannon	T
from that year of the rain	B
thunders mud and rags and smoke	A3
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Bus s	A
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Come nightfall on the third day	B3
of marching and mayhem and music	M2
that is Shrovetide the fire's lit	E
in the square King Winter is dead	V2
carted off in a coffin and burned	C3
On the coffin in flowery	D2
Hungarian script it's sold	D3
our country it's sold we have	Q2
nothing left but our fathers' pricks	A
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Where does this music come from	E3
an old woman asks From all round her	D
from everywhere from earth	B2
from the wind from the long turned	C3
furrows of defeat the old sorrow	D
the old joy the songs	A
of the long gone into the dark	F3
It's sold our country	D2
and all the thieves are laughing	J
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Time to march one last time	G3
on the town and burn winter	D
with bells and cannon and fire	D
round and around the tottering square	D
masked men and horses the music	M2
round and round the kolo	H2
the dancing of the hairy men	Q
and winter goes up in the flames	A
the tall smoke climbing the sky	H3
Bus s	A
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The sliver of moon the first star	D
on the pale blue flag of the sky	H3
as the sparks flare and die At the edge	I3
of the embers of memory the borders	A
of hearing bells laughter a child	J3
a cough girls singing the swift music	M2
in the ashes of the evening	J
whisps of voices at a distance	A
in that far off	Q2