They fell on their knees before us, prayed to us.

They tore at each other, striving to hide themselves from us in the mass that was themselves.

They beat against the barred doors of the sanctuaries; they climbed the pillars; they swarmed over the golden roofs.
There was a moment of chaos--a chaos of which we were the heart.
Then temple and palace cracked, burst; were shattered; fell.

I caught glimpses of gleaming sculptures, glitterings of gold and of silver, flashing of gems, shimmering of gorgeous draperies--under them a weltering of men and women.
We closed down upon them--over them! The dreadful sobbing ceased.

I saw the head of Cherkis swing heavily upon a shoulder; the eyes closed.
The Destroying Things touched.