Quiet huddled shivers
flesh behind steel beneath rock;
oxygen depletion, narcotic quivers
shrieking confusion, horrible shock!
Thoughts of the stoop, the heroin fog
the twenty-third street, forty-first row;
the interesting man in the interesting mode
with baggage in hand, disciples in tow,
speaking, soothing, converting with a touch;
leading the lamb to the charnel house
the slow bricking, the stifling death!
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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