THERE IS A CITY IN THE WASTES
the wind whistles like the call of a keening bird. in this great city without end, golden coins shield the eyes of dead men.
this is a city of excess, of jellied fruits in china cups. the city without end has the sun over its back. black doves are sold in wicker cages on the side of the road. good luck, the salesmen say, hands their own special doves.
children release the doves from the high roofs of the city's buildings, watch them fly away. good luck, good luck! luck to run amongst rich houses and throw acorns and steal lace-lined shoes.