The animal garden br Is now a murder-hole. br Language was always the Labyrinth. br Civilisation is striving, spurning br starving, burning br mass graves and marble tombs, br wonderful wine and no-one to drink it with br but the Black Riders br the achievers, civilised dealers br in death, machine-mad br half-controlling the machine. br They are the forms of desire br (suppression of grace, the soul's death) br stencils of men, br power-bleak, power-black br teeth in the maw br of perpetual war br against Nature and grace br br as the planet of pain and vainglory br hurtles through space.