Wall Street at Night

Long vast shapes… cooled and flushed through with darkness….
  Lidless windows
  Glazed with a flashy luster
  From some little pert cafe chirping up like a sparrow.
  And down among iron guts
  Piled silver
  Throwing gray spatter of light… pale without heat…
  Like the pallor of dead bodies.

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