The narrow toe of his embroidered slipper
Delicately moves between the skulls
That have been allowed -- or even encouraged --
To litter the paths which, he notes approvingly,
Are curved; no demon can safely walk them.
He recognizes Flash Gordon's skull
And lifts it gently out of the way. Who knows
When it might again be needed?
When it might again be needed?
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