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Slowly without force the rain drops into the city It stops a moment	A
on the carved head of Saint John then slides on again slipping and trickling	B
over his stone cloak It splashes from the lead conduit of a gargoyle	C
and falls from it in turmoil on the stones in the Cathedral square	D
Where are the people and why does the fretted steeple sweep about in the sky	E
Boom The sound swings against the rain Boom again After it only water	F
rushing in the gutters and the turmoil from the spout of the gargoyle	C
Silence Ripples and mutters Boom	G
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The room is damp but warm Little flashes swarm about from the firelight	A
The lustres of the chandelier are bright and clusters of rubies	H
leap in the bohemian glasses on the etagere' Her hands are restless	I
but the white masses of her hair are quite still Boom Will it never cease	J
to torture this iteration Boom The vibration shatters a glass	K
on the etagere' It lies there formless and glowing	B
with all its crimson gleams shot out of pattern spilled flowing red	A
blood red A thin bell note pricks through the silence A door creaks	K
The old lady speaks 'Victor clear away that broken glass ' 'Alas	K
Madame the bohemian glass ' 'Yes Victor one hundred years ago	L
my father brought it ' Boom The room shakes the servitor quakes	K
Another goblet shivers and breaks Boom	G
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It rustles at the window pane the smooth streaming rain and he is shut	A
within its clash and murmur Inside is his candle his table his ink	M
his pen and his dreams He is thinking and the walls are pierced with	N
beams of sunshine slipping through young green A fountain tosses itself	O
up at the blue sky and through the spattered water in the basin he can see	K
copper carp lazily floating among cold leaves A wind harp in a cedar tree	K
grieves and whispers and words blow into his brain bubbled iridescent	A
shooting up like flowers of fire higher and higher Boom	G
The flame flowers snap on their slender stems The fountain rears up	P
in long broken spears of dishevelled water and flattens into the earth Boom	G
And there is only the room the table the candle and the sliding rain	Q
Again Boom Boom Boom He stuffs his fingers into his ears	K
He sees corpses and cries out in fright Boom It is night	A
and they are shelling the city Boom Boom	G
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A child wakes and is afraid and weeps in the darkness What has made	A
the bed shake 'Mother where are you I am awake ' 'Hush my Darling	B
I am here ' 'But Mother something so queer happened the room shook '	-
Boom 'Oh What is it What is the matter ' Boom 'Where is Father	F
I am so afraid ' Boom The child sobs and shrieks The house	K
trembles and creaks Boom	G
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Retorts globes tubes and phials lie shattered All his trials	K
oozing across the floor The life that was his choosing lonely urgent	A
goaded by a hope all gone A weary man in a ruined laboratory	K
that is his story Boom Gloom and ignorance and the jig of drunken brutes	K
Diseases like snakes crawling over the earth leaving trails of slime	R
Wails from people burying their dead Through the window he can see	K
the rocking steeple A ball of fire falls on the lead of the roof	S
and the sky tears apart on a spike of flame Up the spire	T
behind the lacings of stone zigzagging in and out of the carved tracings	K
squirms the fire It spouts like yellow wheat from the gargoyles coils round	A
the head of Saint John and aureoles him in light It leaps into the night	A
and hisses against the rain The Cathedral is a burning stain on the white	A
wet night	A
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Boom The Cathedral is a torch and the houses next to it begin to scorch	U
Boom The bohemian glass on the etagere' is no longer there	D
Boom A stalk of flame sways against the red damask curtains	K
The old lady cannot walk She watches the creeping stalk and counts	K
Boom Boom Boom	G
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The poet rushes into the street and the rain wraps him in a sheet of silver	F
But it is threaded with gold and powdered with scarlet beads The city burns	K
Quivering spearing thrusting lapping streaming run the flames	K
Over roofs and walls and shops and stalls Smearing its gold on the sky	E
the fire dances lances itself through the doors and lisps and chuckles	K
along the floors	K
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The child wakes again and screams at the yellow petalled flower	F
flickering at the window The little red lips of flame creep along	V
the ceiling beams	K
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The old man sits among his broken experiments and looks at	A
the burning Cathedral Now the streets are swarming with people	W
They seek shelter and crowd into the cellars They shout and call	X
and over all slowly and without force the rain drops into the city	K
Boom And the steeple crashes down among the people Boom Boom again	Y
The water rushes along the gutters The fire roars and mutters Boom	G

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