TWO X 16 heures l’Etoile the communists have fine Eyes some are young some old none look alike the flics rush batter the crowd sprawls collapses singing knocked down trampled the kicked by flics rush(the Flics,tidiyum,are very tidiyum reassuringly similar, they all have very tidiyum mustaches,and very tidiyum chins,and just above their very tidiyum ears their very tidiyum necks begin) let us add that there are 50(fifty)flics for every one(1)communist and all the flics are very organically arranged and their nucleus(composed of captains in freshly-creased -uniforms with only-just- shined buttons tidiyum before and behind)has a nucleolus: the Prefect of Police (a dapper derbied creature,swaggers daintily twiddling his tiny cane and,mazurkas about tweak- ing his wing collar pecking at his im -peccable cravat directing being shooting his cuffs saluted everywhere saluting reviewing processions of minions tappingpeopleontheback “allezcirculez”) —my he’s brave.... the communists pick up themselves friends & their hats legs & arms brush dirt coats smile looking hands spit blood teeth the Communists have(very)fine eyes (which stroll hither and thither through the evening in bruised narrow questioning faces)