…and You in Bethlehem evening crowd…

…and You in Bethlehem evening crowd
It does not recognize anyone: whether a match
illuminated myself someone down on the lip,
whether in a hurry spark train
there, where Herod the bloody hands heaving,
city ​​carved from fear of tin;
whether halo lit, in diameter is small,
for centuries in a bad entrance.

1969 – 1970(?)

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