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to sensibility 
A dim inheritor 
of this undeniable flesh 
The destinies 
Genii 
of traditional 
Israel and of Albion 
push on its ominous pillow 
its racial birth-rights 
(‘Curses for baby 
from its godmothers) 
Till the least godmother 
pipes - - - in her fairy way 
“Perhaps you know my name 
- - Survival? 
Curse till the cows come home 
Behold my gift 
The Jewish brain!” 
So is the mystic absolute 
the rose 
that grows 
from the red flowing 
from the flank of Christ 
thorned with the computations 
of the old 
Jehovah’s gender 
Where Jesus of Nazareth 
becomes one-piece 
with Judas Iscariot 
in this composite 
Anglo-Israelite 
Out of a fatted frown 
this spirit pokes its eyes