[…]
Humanity is the start
of the race; I say
Humanity is the mould to break away from, the crust to break through, the
coal to break into the fire
The atom to be spilt
Tragedy that break man’s face and a white fire flies
out of it; vision that fools him
Out of his limits, desire that fools him out of his limits, unnatural crime,
inhuman science,
Slit eyes in the mask; wild loves that leap over the walls of nature, the wild
fence-vaulter science,
Useless intelligence of far stars, dim knowledge of the spinning demons
that make an atom,
These break, these pierce, these deify, praising their God shrilly with fierce
voices: not a man’s shape
He approves the praise, he that walks lightning-naked on the Pacific, that
laces the suns with planets,
The heart of the atom with electrons: what is humanity in this cosmos? For
him, the last
Least taint of a trace in the dregs of the solution; for itself, the mould to
break away from, the coal
To break into the fire, the atom to be split.
[…]