The Polyglot Tangle

The dead-letter index frays at Red Hook's end Where the crooked alleys and the shadows blend Scrutinize the stain on the broken street Where the ghosts of a thousand nations meet An evil spirit of squalor in the air A choice of nightmares that we have to share The Archivist's pen is a splintered bone As we step into the tangle of the unknown (A babel of sound! A babel of filth!) Bàbil fuaim! Bàbil salachair! (No reverat... the deep ones... shadows) Nulla reverentia... profunda... umbrae (The social fracture! The social fracture!) De maatschappelijke breuk! De maatschappelijke breuk! Evaporation of the ego in the luminous void! The Western subject is finally destroyed! A derelict mission, the entries are wrong Chasing the silence with a poison song The babel... the filth... Reality is poison...