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The Drunkard

Philip Levine

from St. Ambrose

He fears the tiger standing in his way. 
The tiger takes its time, it smiles and growls. 
Like moons, the two blank eyes tug at his bowels. 
"God help me now," is all that he can say. 

"God help me now, how close I've come to God. 
To love and to be loved, I've drunk for love. 
Send me the faith of Paul, or send a dove." 
The tiger hears and stiffens like a rod. 

At last the tiger leaps, and when it hits 
A putrid surf breaks in the drunkard's soul. 
The tiger, done, returns to its patrol. 
The world takes up its trades; the man his wits, 
And, bottom up, he mumbles from the deep, 
"Life was a dream, Oh, may this death be sleep."

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