A Dark and Crimson Alley
You might not believe, if looking down at NYC from a bridge or a tower or a postcard, that there was a complex and extensive system of tunnels compromising the integrity of all that stands in sunshine above.
The distant mirror
Again, death filled the sacred shrines
with lifeless bodies,
all the temples of the heavenly ones
crowded with carcasses
religion of the gods was not counted for much:
the grief of the moment overwhelmed it all.
Nor did the old rites of burial continue in the city,
Horrors of burial.
the whole people was disordered and in panic, every man sorrowing buried his dead,
laid out as best he could