O, the insanity of the large city, when in the evening

The stunted trees stare at the black wall,

The spirit of evil gazes from a silver mask;

Light dislodges the stony night with a magnetic scourge.

O, the rapt sound of evening bells.

Whore, who in icy shudders bears a dead babe.

Raging, God’s wrath whips the forehead of the possessed,

Purple pestilence, hunger that breaks green eyes.

O, the horrible laughter of gold.

But muter humanity calmlybleeds in a dark cave,

Assembles the redeeming head out of hard metals.