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Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.

The Curb-Brokers

Florence Wilkinson Evans

HAIL, ye frenzied creatures, antic, mask-like figures,

Shouting gibberish symbols, wheat and corn and cotton.

Lo, the whole world is a maniac vision,

Worm-eaten by black hopes and wriggling poisonous alarms;

Neither flesh nor blood nor God nor devil,

One great brazen throat and dollar-signs for arms.

Hail, ye frenzied creatures,

’Tis a blue autumn morn!

And did ye ever walk among the rustling rows of corn?