Louse Hunting  5527

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    Nudes – stark and glistening,
    Yelling in lurid glee. Grinning faces
    And raging limbs
    Whirl over the floor one fire.
    For a shirt verminously busy
    Yon soldier tore from his throat, with oaths
    Godhead might shrink at, but not the lice.
    And soon the shirt was aflare
    Over the candle he'd lit while we lay.
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