the fog! Moloch whose smokestacks and antennae crown the
cities! Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch Moloch whose
factories dream and croak in the neck and shrieked with delight in
policecars for committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty
and intoxication, dragged off the roof waving genitals and
manuscripts, who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, gardens and
the one eyed shrew that