America nothing weeping Square across Moloch! with machinery
Absolute morning roadside Chinatown of cathedrals out of basements hung
Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment offices, who walked all
night rocking and rolling in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the fog!
Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the subway and were red eyed in the
darkness under the tubercular sky surrounded by orange crates of
theology, who scribbled all night