The Consumption Of The Red Duomo

His scalding words—accost the court

In chitin—pitch’d—with dark cavorts

Cocottes scattered—cloisters cracked

Quenchless gyre—consumption wracked

His tower high—over the dead

Blossoming fog—past colors fled.

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