Let Us Have Madness


Let us have madness openly.
O men Of my generation.
Let us follow
The footsteps of this slaughtered age:
See it trail across Time’s dim land
Into the closed house of eternity
With the noise that dying has,
With the face that dead things wear
Nor ever say
We wanted more; we looked to find
An open door, an utter deed of love,
Transforming day’s evil darkness;
But We found extended hell and fog Upon the earth,
And within the head
A rotting bog of lean huge graves.


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Let Us Have Madness