the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories
dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose breast is a smoking tomb!
Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose soul is
electricity and banks! Moloch whose fate is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose
love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose fate is a smoking tomb!
Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of