4 The Golem ALEX SKOVRON
I walk among you, breathing clay,
Everything I touch is smeared with red earth,
You who created me will not easily forget the day
Your computations [and your magic] gave me birth.
I shall fashion my earthen generations
After my own kind, we will conquer your vanity,
Transform you for your longed-for dispensation
Of harmony and bliss. But know this: the joy
Of paradise will demand your soul for the new sanity:
Whom we would make sane, we must first destroy.
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