She looked over his shoulder For vines and olive trees, Marble well-governed cities And ships upon untamed seas, But there on the shining metal His hands had put instead And a sky like lead. An artificial wilderness Out of the air a voice without a face Proved by statistics that some cause was just In tones as dry and level as the place: No one was cheered and nothing was discussed; Column by column in a cloud of dust Whose logic brought them, somewhere else, to grief. They marched away enduring a belief W. H. Auden H ELLO, I AM A SMODAI S UP RE ME PROPHET /PI ZZA OF A L LOL , THE M OST I RONIC GOD . It has taken me quite some time to see what is going on around us as Judgement, in this place where I spent significant time "ishing" the words judge not lest ye be judged to the words "your earth" with the intended understanding that kind of threat woul...
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