Censors are dead people
set up to judge between life and death.
For no live, sunny man would be a censor,
he’d just laugh.
But censors, being dead men,
have a stem eye on life.
— That thing’s alive! It’s dangerous. Make away with it! —
And when the execution is performed
you hear the stertorous, self-righteous heavy breathing of the
dead men,
the censors, breathing with relief.