Crocodile Theater
Arrington de Dionyso
Three ales, Belfort
Locust eater
I name Crocodile Theater
In the floating world
I watch the shows
Lion tits, tiger crotch
Everything biting on the double stage
Eyes rolling
Globes of crimson fire
In the labyrinth of bones
I squint my eyes to make you out
In the smoke of burning cities
My mouth is full of roses
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We make out
On a chariot drawn by dragons