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When I woke, the town spoke. Birds and clocks and cross bells Dinned aside the coiling crowd, The reptile profligates in a flame, Spoilers and pokers of sleep, The next-door sea dispelled Frogs and satans and woman-luck, While a man outside with a billhook, Up to his head in his blood, Cutting the morning off, The warm-veined double of Time And his scarving beard from a book, Slashed down the last snake as though It were a wand or subtle bough, Its tongue peeled in the wrap of a leaf. Every morning I make, God in bed, good and bad, After a water-face walk, The death-stagged scatter-breath Mammoth and sparrowfall Everybody's earth. Where birds ride like leaves and boats like ducks I heard, this morning, waking, Crossly out of the town noises A voice in the erected air, No prophet-progeny of mine, Cry my sea town was breaking. No Time, spoke the clocks, no God, rang the bells, I drew the white sheet over the islands And the coins on my eyelids sang like shells.