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VOICELESS CHAMBERS
He is hung now on a piece of wood
and all I can do is scream
in these chambers no voice can penetrate:
He is hung now on a piece of wood.
 
Night and day
in winter and summer
 
in wind, fire, earth, and water
in darkness and light
he is hung now:
 
The world is hung on a piece of wood.