the ghostly clothes of jazz in suffering of America's naked
mind for love into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone cry
that shivered the cities down to the three old shrews of fate the
one eyed shrew of the sky! Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments!
invisible suburbs! They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pave-
ments, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists
and is everywhere