In and out of the front door, ran twelve back-door
Walking through forests of Palm Tree Apartments
Scoff at the monkeys
Ladies of leisure, with their eyes on the back roads
Brain-storming habit-forming battle-warning weary
Winsome actor spewing spineles
The wind is on the river and the tide has
Over the mountains, and under the sky ---
Riding dirty gray
Meanwhile back in the year one
When you belonged to no
Hoorah!
Warchild, dance the days and nights away ---
Sweet child, how
I'll see you at the weighing-in,
When your life's sum-total's made
And
I'll take you down to that bright city mile
There to