The Poem in the Lan Age of Mamon

There's a poem i feel like we've been circling around during this conversation. It's the one titled in the lan age of mamon. Do you hant to read that? Ah, i would need to get i ii now that. I mean, i can try it, but it'll i've never read this poem aloud before. O, so this poem is called, in the language of mammon, behold the poet. Gods incarnate, spit in the mud, chirping like lice in a fire. Songs to make money, which he treats like food. His most in xicating delusion that evil might be soluble in art history.