Here lie the beasts

Dylan Thomas

1914 to 1953

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Here slips the ghost who made of my pale bed
Hell’s in the dust.
Here clings the meat to sever from his side.
Here lie the beasts of man and here I feast,
Here lies the beast of man and here his angels,
The dead man said,
The heaven’s house.
And silently I milk the devil’s breast.
The dead man said,
And silently I milk the buried flowers.
Here spring the silent venoms of his blood,
Here drips a silent honey in my shroud,

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