The empty hand of innocence transfusing street of the sorrows and children of the wood Hounded, shredding all veils and winding all sheets of the dead world droning Overturning tables laden with silver sacrificial birds Beating goat-skin drums Advancing with hands out-stretched and we keep filling them with mercury nitrate, asbestos Baby bombs blasting blue Scavengers picking through the ashes Children of the mills! Children of the junkyards! Sleepy, illiterate, fuzzy little rats haunted, paint-sniffin', stoned out of their shaved heads Forgotten, foraging, mystical children Foul-mouthed, glassy eyed, hallucinating