Konx Om Pax

74 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,