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Abracadabra Offering

Oh gloomy rose exuding musk

and seer of Libyan reveilles,

to Gonk-Gonk you offered warm entrails

and hearts of panthers dark as dusk.

You called forth spirits of the rains

and sang of dead debaucheries

’mid tepid bones and mortuaries

and captive fair-haired damsels’ manes.

Thunder roared. To dying spates

of fire and blood in mystic hush

the addled idols did abate…

The rain fell sharp in crackling files

and in the distance softly sighed

the languid tears of crocodiles.

julio herrera y reissig

(1875 – 1910)