They adjusted their business wear,
Sickeningly rich and ringing with ruthlessness;
The money of their triumph subjugated
The talented men of strong covers and codes.
A real vest was faster than fellows
Of strength and zeal, the knowledge of
Living was vast, far too vast.
The timing of the shots was smooth,
The shots themselves grew and mattered.
Most of them had dispensed with perfume
Of the gun, and hallucinations formed
To outwit the real troops of monkeys
That sensed the firing of tense rifles.
It came from the heart of optic nerves,
It saw and seized the life of heaven.
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