he sat naked and drunk in a room of summer
night, running the blade of the knife
under his fingernails, smiling, thinking
of all the letters he had received
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This is a terrible rendition of this brilliant poem, whoever put it on here should be hung. Not only is it incomplete but it is also set out disgustingly wrong.
There is more to this poem and I am wondering why it's not there.
thanks to Daniel Horne (below) for posting the full version