See all those bright lights whizzing around in the sky-
they are only the stars throwing a party,
and the shaking you feel beneath you,
the shaking that jars your teeth and your bones-
that is only the way the earth dances,
and the bangs and roars, the whines and blasts and booms-
these are only little spirits tuning up their instruments,
and the horrible wailing that rises and falls, rises and falls above the buildings
is only the rooftops shrieking their envy that they cannot fly off,
and the high fires that climb above the rooftops
are the rejoicing souls of our city flying to heaven.
and the black clouds of smoke blotting out the beautiful woman of the moon-
these are our dark acts evaporating,
and you my child, lying still in my arms,
lying stiff as a mould of ancient clay,
you my child- you are only sleeping.
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