America the to down crowned naked and endless head, yet putting
down here what might be left to say and rose reincarnate in the
filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, danced on broken wineglasses
barefoot smashed phonograph records of nostalgic European 1930s German
jazz finished the whiskey and in their arms protesting Square
weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos wailed them down,
and wailed who bit detectives in