I passed the crimson sunset,
Rows of buildings passed,
I entered into deceptions and fog, –
Lights flashed me Station…
I squeezed crush a Human,
Almost relegated ago…
And now - her eyes and shoulders,
And black feathers Falls…
It takes a certain hour,
For her - Dwarf, train drag…
And I look vosled, enamored,
As the captive slave - to the executioner…
It passes - and will not look,
neglect beheading…
And only a dwarf gets tired
Look at me with a grin.
February 1908
