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4. CATECHISM

What is the chief end of human life?

Sirens like a trumpet’s call.

Roll the beds to the hall

and pull the blinds—too late—

What reason have you for saying so?

Burst rose of sharded light.

IV lines ripped loose, beds thrown

against the wall, blood-drenched

What is the highest good of man?

and bathed in life. And these

are the lucky ones, the blessed

who walk among our ruin.

What is, what reason, what is

the good of man?

The very same. Bathed in life,

the burst rose. O sharded

light, sirens like a trumpet’s call.