And the cowardly lot

And the cowardly lot
that hid behind their masks
of bureaucratic anonymity watched
as the radicals came
and toppled their dead marble knights and
tablets with names which the
wind had erased centuries before, and
under the red crescent moon
(for the smoke has tinting character)
erected a new altar to the old gods and out of
the midnight black,
a shriek came,
and it is unclear from which earth-crack
it did seethe forth
and whether
it was of pain
or the deepest vision of
a long dead pleasure.

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