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the dying man wonders about

Napoleon and if he is strong

or if there is only doubt

of his masculinity and  wrong

sexual preferences, he buttons

up his jacket and hears a song

that sings of newly invented guns

tearing away the syphilis from France

and the other joys that bring pain to nuns,

he imagines a chromatic dance

and the good colours learning to shout

and the bad colours losing their chance.