Why Crowds Scare Me (the commonality of the holocaust and a knicks game)

The crowd as MSG
is Moved uniformly

A spirit of worthlessness
Which infuriates them

All exciting in the detail
of the endless chase

The blooming of error
the flash of genius

All to no end save beauty
the only eternal

So in detail they, the crowd
embody beauty

for this

to be warned against

saluted and defied --

It is alive, and stinking

it snarls glumly

its words cut --

The flashy child with his

mother, gets it --

The Jew gets it straight -- it

is deadly, terrifying --

It is the Inquisition, the

Shoah, the Palace Revolution

It is beauty itself

that lives

day by day in them

idly, fervently --

This is

the power of their faces

This is the power
To move the world

Unthinking, Unblinking
Amock with its anger

Whole Sale Decimation (on throwing out moldy lunch meat)

It was an icy day.

We buried this life

Then left out the trash

The world set fire to it

The mold that escaped

both plastic and fire

lived on in the cold