Poem Flashcards
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Mr. Bacon, sir, apologises,
Mr. Bacon, sir, apologies,
but his eyes
but his eyes,
White outlines of windows, yes
White outlines of windows, yes
But no eyes through to his soul
But no eyes through to his soul
…Maybe He doesn’t have one.
…Maybe He doesn’t have one.
Where’s the Pope’s soul, O’
Philosopher Francais?
Either way
Either way
Wouldn’t be able to touch it,
Wouldn’t be able to touch it,
You say
You say
So quite it with the naïveté
So quit it with the naïveté
But
But
He had one
He had one
yes
He must have
Did he have to set it aside,
Did he have to set it aside,
my Brother Bacon?
my Brother Bacon?
For the butcher’s chop
For the butcher’s chop
When they weighed him
When They weighed him
Out in tyrian robes
Out in tyrian robes
And we watched
As we watched
Tested smoke pollute
Tested smoke pollute
On up,
On up,
On high,
On high,
Above us all
Above us all
Is that why he screams,
Is that why he screams,
Sir. Francis?