The Defilers

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The Defilers

O endless idiocy of humankind!

O blatant dead that howl and scream and roar!

O strange dead things the worms have gambled for!

O dull and senseless, foolish, mad and blind!

How long now shall your scent defile the wind?

How long shall you make vile the earth’s wide floor?

How long, how long, O waiting ages hoar,

Shall the white dawn their gaping faces find?

O vile and simple, blind of heart and mind,

When shall your last wave roll forevermore

Back from the sick and long-defiled shore?

When shall the grave the last dead carcass bind?

O shameless humankind! O dead! O dead!

When shall your rottenness be buried?