Page:Betelguese, a trip through hell.djvu/61

Rh Yuck addling brains and shriek with fear,

Now all shrink at Hell's laughing seers

As Remorse storms the ughly night.

Here Pat McCarrens filch no vote,

A Grady eats no mellow pea,

A Murphy owns no City Hall,

No Jeromes skew at dices' song.

On Vellum gray their sins are wrote

To murmurs of each sullen lee,

Racked with the wand of death and pall, They blast their heads as souls gone wrong.

No presidential timber's found

Within these caverns, pools or dung;

No two-faced B's or bloated T's,

Lie to laymen, vassals, hordes.

Here politicians hear the sound

Of ballots that their hearts have wrung,

Of burning pyres and blister'd lees

That scorch these one-time kings and lords.

Here Conventions hold our eyes

As Dragons smite a gravel dome.