"Trump just likely adopted a code word 'enigma' for the kind of young victim that Epstein and Maxwell supplied. Enigma is an anagram of 'gamine', a French word for young girl." —@hey.rupert.murdochbait.click
“Farrago
The housings fall so low they graze the ground
And hide our human legs. False legs hang down
Outside. Dance in a horse’s hide for a punctured god.
We killed and roasted one. And now he haunts the air,
Invisible, creates the world again, lights the bright star
And hurls the thunderbolt. His body and his blood
Hurries the harvest. Through the tall grain,
Toward nightfall, these cold tears of his come down like rain,
Spotting and darkening.— I sit in a bar
On Tenth Street writing down these lies
In the worst winter of my life. A damp snow
Falls against the pane. When everything dies
The days all end alike. The sound
Of breaking goes on faintly all around
Outside and inside. Where I go,
The housings fall so low they graze the ground
And hide our human legs. False legs hang down
Outside. Dance in a horse’s hide. Dance in the snow."
—Weldon Kees
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