He smiles well, he smells of the future, Odorless ages and ordered world Of planned pleasures and passport control, Sentry-go, sedatives, soft drinks and Managed money, a moral planet Tamed by terror, his telegram sets Grey masses moving as the mud dries.
MORE THAN EVER LIFE-OUT-THERE IS GOODLY, MIRACULOUS, LOVEABLE, BUT WE SHAN’T, NOT SINCE STALIN AND HITLER, TRUST OURSELVES EVER AGAIN: WE KNOW THAT, SUBJECTIVELY, ALL IS POSSIBLE.
Even Hitler, I imagine, would have defined his New Jerusalem as a world where there are no Jews, not as a world where they are being gassed by the million day after day in ovens, but he was a Utopian, so the ovens had to come in.