The Revelation of St. John The Divine

If you can, ventriloquist,

               Make this blabbing city

                              Cry.

Mingle

               Your tears

                              In the silence

                                             Of the terrible.

 

Burn this wilderness

               Of bricks and stone With the fire

                              Of the unknown Bones.

Let the heart-rending
               Cry

                              Of truth and beauty
                                             Ring aloud

Make this

               Sham city

                              Tremble

                                             Cry.