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KONX OM PAX
Where witches whirl their flapping teats
Still shrieking to the drum that beats
Its monstrous
call to flesh of man
Hissing and bubbling in the pan—
“ Hua is God” it spelt to me;
“ There is none other God than He.”
He conjures
up the seas that swell
Before
the hosts of Gabriel
Between the Lights in Ibis flight
Who whirls the Sword and Scales of Right.
The tall ship strikes:
the rending roar
0f death devours the horrid war
Where men dash women to the deck,
Leave children wailing on the wreck.
.
.
.
Behold the lightning-‘5 jagged flash
Spell out the signal with its lash—
“ Hua is God "
(it
tore the sea)
“There
is
none other God than He.”
He conjures
up the greasy glare
Of Rupert Street by Leicester
Square,
Whose sodden slaves with sweat and paint
Sicken the soul and make
it
faint.
Build of the slimy scales of vice
One concentrated
cockatrice!
“Think!”
laughs the devil, “everywhere
Is Rupert Street by Leicester Square.”
“ True
l
”
I
replied, “it spells to me:
There
is
none other God than He.”
He conjures
up the loathly rout
Of Christians crawling in and out,