The Mystic to the Booster
BROTHER, I know the cities from of old.
They are the incrustation of my dream
Of turbulence and youth, set in their mould
With hardening of the hot lava stream.
They are the incrustation of my dream
Of turbulence and youth, set in their mould
With hardening of the hot lava stream.
Boston — I snared a wild bird from the sky;
New York — I trampled brutelike by the tide;
In Baltimore I watched Virginia die;
God’s angel in Chicago I defied.
New York — I trampled brutelike by the tide;
In Baltimore I watched Virginia die;
God’s angel in Chicago I defied.
Slag of my dream, stage setting of my strife,
You hold their acreage at six per cent,
Incredibly predicting future life
For spiritual sin that I repent.
You hold their acreage at six per cent,
Incredibly predicting future life
For spiritual sin that I repent.
Upon time’s long and strangely fertile road
The cities are the dragon teeth I sowed.
The cities are the dragon teeth I sowed.