The poem reads: Perpetual black red sky, vary' d only by degree, fixeth our wan eyelids against thou stay⟭ sun. Here abide 900 million, the most of those remaining. Flanking thou, ring of mapped embers, first, somnambulist cities, magnetic, atomic. And to the left, degrees of ever-light, where first the corn is sweet, then crumbles unfathomable. We who fixed the sky, who murdered children' s moons, ye, some martyred but more fed, willing bridegrooms to fire and to doom.

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