What sphinx of cement and aluminum
Bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination
Moloch, solitude, filth, ugliness
Ash cans and unobtainable dollars
Children screaming under the stairways
Boys sobbing in armies
Old men weeping in the parks
Moloch, Moloch, nightmare of Moloch
Moloch the loveless, mental Moloch
Moloch the heavy judger of men
Moloch the incomprehensible prison
Moloch the crossbones soulless jailhouse and congress of sorrows
Moloch whose buildings are judgment
Moloch the vast stone of war
Moloch the stunned governments
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery
Moloch whose blood is running money
Moloch whose fingers are ten armies
Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo
Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb
Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows
Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the
Long streets like headless Jehovahs
Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the fog
Moloch whose smokestacks and antennae crown the cities
Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone
Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks
Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius
Moloch whose faith is a cloud of sexless hydrogen
Moloch whose name is the mind
Moloch in whom I sit lonely
Moloch in whom I dream angels
Crazy in Moloch, cocksucker in Moloch
Lack-love and manless in Moloch
Moloch who entered my soul early
Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body
Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy
Moloch whom I abandon
Wake up in Moloch
Light streaming out of the sky
Moloch, Moloch, robot apartments
Invisible suburbs, skeleton treasuries
Blind capitals, demonic industries
Spectral nations, invincible madhouses
Granite cocks, monstrous bombs
They broke their backs lifting Moloch to heaven
Pavements, trees, radios, tongues
Lifting the city to heaven which exists and is everywhere about us
Visions, omens, hallucinations
Miracles, ecstasies, gone down the American river
Dreams, adorations, illuminations, religions
The whole boatload of sensitive bullshit
Breakthroughs over the river, flips and crucifixions
Gone down the flood
Highs, epiphanies, despairs
Ten years animal screams and suicides
Minds, new loves, mad generation
Down on the rocks of time
Real holy laughter in the river
They saw it all
The wild eyes
The holy yells
They bade farewell
They jumped off the roof
To solitude
Waving
Carrying flowers
Down to the river
Into the street
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