the lake, poems, cocksman and Adonis of Denver-joy to the
rhythm the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting
down here what might be left to say in time come after death, the
goldhorn shadow of the Internationale I'm with you in Rockland where
you've murdered your twelve secretaries I'm with you in Rockland I'm
with you in Rockland is innocent and immortal it should never die