The planetary bulldozers are coming!
and soot like the ashes of rain, ceaseless, untiring--
the planetary bulldozers are driving witless machines
Into unconscious beds of streams
where antediluvial soils will be overturned,
Earth movers novae sound the air--
They are coming,
Jet engine oceans roar!
Oh what a fruit is the Earth
to be peeled and spat,
Each element divided
with a mad cat on its trail.
These are no nightmares,
these no visions.
The moon will beat down without eclipse,
The moon will beat down without eclipse,
The sun will roll its tongue for water,
Adam sees in the mirror nothing at all.
It's on the Calendar hear the machines roar!
The planetary bulldozers have come to poor earth.
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