Queequeg

The beat, beat, beat of music disregarded.

Ash cans, broken drums and cigarettes

Replete, repeatedly the appetites

Of Queequegs pale and balding—filed minds

Intense and dangerous; and underneath

The murmurings, the suppurating sounds

Of discontent. Stick-thin predators pray

The country comes to jesus. Jesus Christ.

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