Ill-fitting habits cross the carpet from the morgue
Buckling beneath their God's icy glare.
Stumbling and jerking amidst the rows of light
Wood chips and cloves
Eclipsing the snow with the chimney's bearded and sooty face
A broken organ and its contrapuntal racket
Spins wolf tails and deer hoofs and bear paws.
Fences and furnaces, Menaces and moon-men with a penchant.
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