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And in the death
As the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy thoroughfare
David Bowie
The shutters lifted in inches in temperance building
High on poacher's hill
And red mutant eyes gaze down on hunger city
No more big wheels
And ten thousand peoploids split into small tribes
Coveting the highest of the sterile skyscrapers
Like packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of love-me avenue
Ripping and rewrapping mink and shiny silver fox, now legwarmers
Family badge of sapphire and cracked emerald
Any day now
The year of the diamond dogs