Between its arms
Damnable I who forgetToo that all are adjoinedIn the fullest brillianceOf sundered stars andMarrow of common struggles The maw of whispered covenantsConsuming allThe keptwomen, concubines, and hustlersThe self-righteous, chaste, and piousDripping wet the tears, vitreousDown the ever-long, plain visages The poor and meek give credenceBut sidle no swayFor the intrepid capitalistWho both kiss the convulsionsAnd … More Between its arms
