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On Civilization Incontinent pungent chimneys choke the cracked gullet of jaundice sky with yellow nitric kisses and encrust the stratified houses with rampant harmonies of carbonisation. The toxic and irrepresible air shrugs its sulphuric shoulders and snaps its black-scaled fingers on the infant teeth of spreading suburbia. Children in the mean time play cancer and thrombobis in the charcoal shadows while clockwork men disguised as thinkers play mother at the butcher's while the strike is on. |
Additional Notes:
This was written in 1966, when I was a 'ban-the bomb' activist and social thinker/drinker/toker.
'Butchers' is the english term for meat purveyor or a place where you buy meat to eat
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