WALL STREET AT NIGHT

Long vast shapes... cooled and flushed through with darkness....

Lidless windows

Glazed with a flashy luster

From some little pert cafe chirping up like a sparrow.

And down among iron guts

Piled silver

Throwing gray spatter of light... pale without heat...

Like the pallor of dead bodies.

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