NOW HE IS A SIMPLE SPECTATOR

Now he is a simple spectator
An insignificant fellow in the crowd
Now he no longer applauds nor is applauded
A stranger wandering to the call of the streets.

The new trumpeters come from afar
From the chosen classes of the future
Their cries demolish the decayed walls
They melt the mud into luminous streams.
The pure are coming, the non-hypocrites,
Violators, non-participants, virgins,
Crafty fellow diners, these innocents,
And the registrars of our days.
The great blaze is coming
Amid the jets of merry water.
The final proscriptions are coming.

But now he is a simple spectator
An anonymous little fellow in the crowd
With his arms on his chest a dead man laid out
Now he no longer applauds nor is applauded.

(Always know the when and the how).

NOW HE IS A SIMPLE SPECTATOR