Packs Of Houses Squat Along Rotten Streets, Around Whose Hump A Gray Sun Shines. A Perfumed, Half Crazy Little Poodle Casts Exhausted Eyes At The Big World. In A Window A Boy Catches Flies. A Badly Soiled Baby Gets Angry. On The Horizon A Train Moves Through Windy Meadows: Slowly Paints A Long Thick Stroke. Like Typewriters Hackney Hooves Clatter. A Dust-Covered, Noisy Athletic Club Comes Along. Brutal Shouts Stream From Bars For Coachmen. Yet Fine Bells Mix With Them. On The Fairgrounds Where Athletes Wrestle, Everything Is Dark And Indistinct. A Barrel Organ Howls And Scullery Maids Sing. A Man Is Smashing A Rotting Woman.