the fog! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the ghostly clothes
of jazz in the evenings in rose cemeteries scattering their semen
freely to whomever come who may, them with a vision to find out
Eternity, came back to Denver & brooded & loned in Denver and finally
went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her
heroes, for each other's salvation and light and breasts,