from memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of
hospitals and jails and wars, and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for
the Synagogue cast on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame
under the wartime blue floodlight of the madtowns of the poem of life
butchered their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination? Moloch!
Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unob loveless! Mental Moloch!
Moloch the incomprehensible