'........
I coud risk blasphemy,
Consecrate the cauldron bog
Our holy ground and pray
Him to make germinate
The scattered,ambushed
Flesh of labourers,
Stockinged carpses
Land out in farmyards,
.........
(from 'The tollund man)
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