the morning rise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in
the fog! Moloch whose smokestacks and antennae crown the cities!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose soul is electricity
and banks! Moloch Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone!
Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose name is the Mind!
Moloch who frightened me out of my mother I'm with you in Rockland
where there are