Brrr
The pornographic bookshop-
It's caught itself on fire!
The Marquis, Frank Harris, and O-
The Travellers Companions are gone.
It's too late for words:
The pictures! Save the pictures!
We carry them out in our arms:
The Dark Lady, the Tattooed Man,
And Egypt, unbitten and bitten.
The fires have leaped from our eyes.
A silence is falling, and falls,
Out of which a man might speak,
But only the silence speaks,
And the ashes, the cold ashes.
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