At Till

At Till
At Dawn those Horns are playing,
At Night those Whistles blow,
And Daylight’s drums obeying,
Which Out-numbers grow,

Them Humans follow kindly,
To kindle so rare Men,
Extort all flocking ugly
For earthly World amend…

Extort – to force the Heroes
Of Ray and Jiff emerge,
And be denied in Skills of
Salvation by the Gorge

Of gurgling, grunting Hollows
Then playing loud Tunes, –
So that nightmarely Horrors
Could New announce by Tubes,

So that, in Generations
Of generated Scores
Their Memories, not mentioned,
Raced out from Ears and Doors,

That Maws and Paws conducting
Could blow further on,
And play their Games abducting, –
Their Music, till the Dawn!..