five drops of poison
and white cotton gloves
and the reigns of four demons
moving quickly overground
hooves pounding like thunder
under hard hitting shoes
in hanover street
he'll be waiting.
The carriage will take you there.
And stand aside
while flames devour
the blackness of the evenings ride
and the laundanum will drink itself
while the vapour
evaporates./
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