Auto-cannibalism.




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Auto-cannibalism.

The crowd swayed like the drunken soldiers of war, Fixed in a rhythm but lost to sense. Pulling each other on invisible strings, They fell and rose and swung about - And fell and rose once more.

Suddenly the guitar ran like a whip, Snapping notes to nails. And the drum beat chased the hell hound, And the voice shrieked with a Fury's rage. The crowd cascaded in ecstasy.

Faster, faster, faster! 'Give me more,' the beast cried, 'Feed me it all!' And it opened its three thousand mouths, Gorging on the music, swelling like a great, gluttonous wave, Before crashing and falling again.

Again. Again. 'More! Give me more!' Again. And then, it ended, with a snapping of strings. The crowd rushed and stampeded in on itself in a final act of auto-cannibalism, And the moon trembled at the encore.

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