Dirge I- The Sun Said to Chicago

The Sun said to Chicago,
      "Oh land of sad, sad stone-"
That is all I heard, as the radiance
Was devoured by the continuingcloud

The sun does not shine in Chicago.
I saw many faces here
Who would've been sad,
But they were empty instead.
I saw two silvery ghosts, deer,
Convene in an empty lot.
They conversed, in Silvan tongues,

          "Shall we leave then?"

        "Yes- the grass is losing here.
The trees are dead, the stones are
Slaves
            To the hands of the empty."

The city's metro wurms squirm;
They are infesting the ground.
  They scream, unlike the silent dying
Of Novum Eboracum, Screaming
They are emerging, speeding toward
  The stable of the planes and back.
Oh Deus,
                  This is a sad place.
      The clouds are continuous,
("It just lets nothing through!")
  And there is no hole for sun or light.
Where has the light gone from here?

All the travelers are angry;
Furious smoke bellowing dragons
Populate the streets. They screech
And complain to one another loudly
Over and over. It deadens the ears,      
        It deafens and batters them.

There is no sun here,
    And Luna was elsewhere.
It did not wish to watch this city,
    Both left together,
  And Luna wept that her Children
The Second-born, would forget
        Happiness and love and
            All virtue that Life had in it.