A regiment of railbirds
sterilized and sanctified
by social structures
dwell nightly as guests.
Their run or range never alters.
They never need any harrumphing.
Their recitals are true to their timbre.
In this gilly there are many gagsters
up to it in Grand Guignol.
On a quiet night
of which there are numerous,
I choose this babel of bellicose,
kind of corrida as sedative.
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