Let Us Have Madness

Let us have madness openly.
 O men Of my generation.
 Let us follow
 The footsteps of this slaughtered age:
 See it trail across Time's dim land
 Into the closed house of eternity
 With the noise that dying has,
 With the face that dead things wear-
 nor ever say
 We wanted more; we looked to find
 An open door, an utter deed of love,
 Transforming day's evil darkness;
 but We found extended hell and fog Upon the earth,
 and within the head
 A rotting bog of lean huge graves.