At Till

At Till

At Dawn those Horns are playing,

At Night those Whistles blow,

And Daylight’s drums obeying,

Which Out-numbers grow,

Them Humans follow kindly,

To kindle so rare Men,

Extort all flocking ugly

For earthly World amend…

Extort – to force the Heroes

Of Ray and Jiff emerge,

And be denied in Skills of

Salvation by the Gorge

Of gurgling, grunting Hollows

Then playing loud Tunes, –

So that nightmarely Horrors

Could New announce by Tubes,

So that, in Generations

Of generated Scores

Their Memories, not mentioned,

Raced out from Ears and Doors,

That Maws and Paws conducting

Could blow further on,

And play their Games abducting, –

Their Music, till the Dawn!..