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Without a sound
My old hound sleeps in the ground
Under the house
Under the town
An arrow is loud
Shivered and stuck in the mouth
And my heart’s an apple – red, round – and you shot it out!
You shot it out!
And what do the shot dream about?
A millpond?
A stillborn?
A house?
Where everything sings out?
Without a sound   My old hound sleeps in the ground   Under the house   Under the town   An arrow is loud   Shivered and stuck in the mouth   And my heart’s an apple – red, round – and you shot it out!   You shot it out!   And what do the shot dream about?   A millpond?   A stillborn?   A house?   Where everything sings out?