the void I'm with you in Rockland where you've murdered your
twelve secretaries where you bang on the same dreadful typewriter I'm
with you in Rockland harpies of the Hudson under the stairways! Boys
sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the long streets like endless
Jehovahs! Moloch whose name is the Mind! Angels! Crazy in Moloch!
Cocksucker in Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am