Angelus Novus
Midwives of horror, look to the sky at dawn
The external vortex encircling us
Hot whirling atoms split apart
Smoking dust, chaos, darkness
The process of transfiguring things into flames
The rocky law of condemnation
And double generation and death
Like a river afraid to reflect
Longing to reach its end
Like men on a ship
Who walk in a direction opposite the one
The spill of accursed meridians
Passing daily, one upon the next
A single catastrophe piling wreckage upon wreckage
A pile of debris growing skyward
History delivered from the cloaca of time
The spill of accursed meridians
Passing daily, one upon the next
A single catastrophe piling wreckage upon wreckage
A pile of debris growing skyward
History delivered from the cloaca of time
History delivered from the cloaca of time
History delivered