O How I Tempt Thee, Sun, From River To Black Fire!

O How I Tempt Thee, Sun, From River To Black Fire!
O Small Grave Whose Sun Burns With Every Sound I Say Her!
All Integrities - Never Unexpectedly
Oh, O Evil Small Child, Friend Of Mausolea And Razors!
And You Happened To Answer
The Husbands Cry Like A White Men
One More Sadness