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Number
one
Bass
did
that
for
him
.
The
priest
’
s
at
home
.
A
false
priest
’
s
servant
bade
him
welcome
.
Step
in
.
The
holy
father
.
With
bows
a
traitor
servant
.
Curlycues
of
chords
.
Ruin
them
.
Wreck
their
lives
.
Then
build
them
cubicles
to
end
their
days
in
.
Hushaby
.
Lullaby
.
Die
,
dog
.
Little
dog
,
die
.
The
voice
of
warning
,
solemn
warning
,
told
them
the
youth
had
entered
a
lonely
hall
,
told
them
how
solemn
fell
his
footsteps
there
,
told
them
the
gloomy
chamber
,
the
vested
priest
sitting
to
shrive
.
Decent
soul
.
Bit
addled
now
.
Thinks
he
’
ll
win
in
Answers
,
poets
’
picture
puzzle
.
We
hand
you
crisp
five
pound
note
.
Bird
sitting
hatching
in
a
nest
.
Lay
of
the
last
minstrel
he
thought
it
was
.
See
blank
tee
what
domestic
animal
?
Tee
dash
ar
most
courageous
mariner
.
Good
voice
he
has
still
.
No
eunuch
yet
with
all
his
belongings
.
Listen
.
Bloom
listened
.
Richie
Goulding
listened
.
And
by
the
door
deaf
Pat
,
bald
Pat
,
tipped
Pat
,
listened
.
The
chords
harped
slower
.
The
voice
of
penance
and
of
grief
came
slow
,
embellished
,
tremulous
.
Ben
’
s
contrite
beard
confessed
.
in
nomine
Domini
,
in
God
’
s
name
he
knelt
.
He
beat
his
hand
upon
his
breast
,
confessing
:
mea
culpa
.
Latin
again
.
That
holds
them
like
birdlime
.
Priest
with
the
communion
corpus
for
those
women
.
Chap
in
the
mortuary
,
coffin
or
coffey
,
corpusnomine
.
Wonder
where
that
rat
is
by
now
.
Scrape
.
Tap
.
