Whilst the red wheel of the sun set
Over the cities; over steel coal electricity cement
He was night and day in the great City.
He would roll his eyes and contrive a scheme
From time to time for killing the living and reviving the
dead:
This seemed to him an abject police undertaking,
A declamatory childish dream
Bickering at the desk with a tea party of turncoat police
spies
Cretinising. Three-quarters
in Hell, the double world where
To talk on this topic is to invite dismissal
Bedevilled by comparisons; phantasmagorical companions
Who could not be charmed and perhaps already in trouble
whilst
Speedy, like the thief on the street he responds to the
other’s single world
In the iron element where there are no family treasures.
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