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So
we
went
into
the
Home
of
the
Street
Sweepers
.
It
is
a
grey
house
on
a
narrow
street
.
There
is
a
sundial
in
its
courtyard
,
by
which
the
Council
of
the
Home
can
tell
the
hours
of
the
day
and
when
to
ring
the
bell
.
When
the
bell
rings
,
we
all
arise
from
our
beds
.
The
sky
is
green
and
cold
in
our
windows
to
the
east
.
The
shadow
on
the
sundial
marks
off
a
half
-
hour
while
we
dress
and
eat
our
breakfast
in
the
dining
hall
,
where
there
are
five
long
tables
with
twenty
clay
plates
and
twenty
clay
cups
on
each
table
.
Then
we
go
to
work
in
the
streets
of
the
City
,
with
our
brooms
and
our
rakes
.
In
five
hours
,
when
the
sun
is
high
,
we
return
to
the
Home
and
we
eat
our
midday
meal
,
for
which
one
-
half
hour
is
allowed
.
Then
we
go
to
work
again
.
In
five
hours
,
the
shadows
are
blue
on
the
pavements
,
and
the
sky
is
blue
with
a
deep
brightness
which
is
not
bright
.
We
come
back
to
have
our
dinner
,
which
lasts
one
hour
.
Then
the
bell
rings
and
we
walk
in
a
straight
column
to
one
of
the
City
Halls
,
for
the
Social
Meeting
.
Other
columns
of
men
arrive
from
the
Homes
of
the
different
Trades
.
The
candles
are
lit
,
and
the
Councils
of
the
different
Homes
stand
in
a
pulpit
,
and
they
speak
to
us
of
our
duties
and
of
our
brother
men
.
Then
visiting
Leaders
mount
the
pulpit
and
they
read
to
us
the
speeches
which
were
made
in
the
City
Council
that
day
,
for
the
City
Council
represents
all
men
and
all
men
must
know
.
Then
we
sing
hymns
,
the
Hymn
of
Brotherhood
,
and
the
Hymn
of
Equality
,
and
the
Hymn
of
the
Collective
Spirit
.
The
sky
is
a
soggy
purple
when
we
return
to
the
Home
.
Then
the
bell
rings
and
we
walk
in
a
straight
column
to
the
City
Theatre
for
three
hours
of
Social
Recreation
.
There
a
play
is
shown
upon
the
stage
,
with
two
great
choruses
from
the
Home
of
the
Actors
,
which
speak
and
answer
all
together
,
in
two
great
voices
.
The
plays
are
about
toil
and
how
good
it
is
.
Then
we
walk
back
to
the
Home
in
a
straight
column
.
The
sky
is
like
a
black
sieve
pierced
by
silver
drops
that
tremble
,
ready
to
burst
through
.
The
moths
beat
against
the
street
lanterns
.
We
go
to
our
beds
and
we
sleep
,
till
the
bell
rings
again
.
The
sleeping
halls
are
white
and
clean
and
bare
of
all
things
save
one
hundred
beds
.
Thus
have
we
lived
each
day
of
four
years
,
until
two
springs
ago
when
our
crime
happened
.
Thus
must
all
men
live
until
they
are
forty
.
At
forty
,
they
are
worn
out
.
At
forty
,
they
are
sent
to
the
Home
of
the
Useless
,
where
the
Old
Ones
live
.
The
Old
Ones
do
not
work
,
for
the
State
takes
care
of
them
.
They
sit
in
the
sun
in
summer
and
they
sit
by
the
fire
in
winter
.
They
do
not
speak
often
,
for
they
are
weary
.
The
Old
Ones
know
that
they
are
soon
to
die
.
When
a
miracle
happens
and
some
live
to
be
forty
-
five
,
they
are
the
Ancient
Ones
,
and
the
children
stare
at
them
when
passing
by
the
Home
of
the
Useless
.
Such
is
to
be
our
life
,
as
that
of
all
our
brothers
and
of
the
brothers
who
came
before
us
.
Such
would
have
been
our
life
,
had
we
not
committed
our
crime
which
changed
all
things
for
us
.
And
it
was
our
curse
which
drove
us
to
our
crime
.
We
had
been
a
good
Street
Sweeper
and
like
all
our
brother
Street
Sweepers
,
save
for
our
cursed
wish
to
know
.
We
looked
too
long
at
the
stars
at
night
,
and
at
the
trees
and
the
earth
.
And
when
we
cleaned
the
yard
of
the
Home
of
the
Scholars
,
we
gathered
the
glass
vials
,
the
pieces
of
metal
,
the
dried
bones
which
they
had
discarded
.
We
wished
to
keep
these
things
and
to
study
them
,
but
we
had
no
place
to
hide
them
.
So
we
carried
them
to
the
City
Cesspool
.
And
then
we
made
the
discovery
.
It
was
on
a
day
of
the
spring
before
last
.
We
Street
Sweepers
work
in
brigades
of
three
,
and
we
were
with
Union
5
-
3992
,
they
of
the
half
-
brain
,
and
with
International
4
-
8818
.
Now
Union
5
-
3992
are
a
sickly
lad
and
sometimes
they
are
stricken
with
convulsions
,
when
their
mouth
froths
and
their
eyes
turn
white
.
But
International
4
-
8818
are
different
.
They
are
a
tall
,
strong
youth
and
their
eyes
are
like
fireflies
,
for
there
is
laughter
in
their
eyes
.
We
cannot
look
upon
International
4
-
8818
and
not
smile
in
answer
.
For
this
they
were
not
liked
in
the
Home
of
the
Students
,
as
it
is
not
proper
to
smile
without
reason
.
And
also
they
were
not
liked
because
they
took
pieces
of
coal
and
they
drew
pictures
upon
the
walls
,
and
they
were
pictures
which
made
men
laugh
.
But
it
is
only
our
brothers
in
the
Home
of
the
Artists
who
are
permitted
to
draw
pictures
,
so
International
4
-
8818
were
sent
to
the
Home
of
the
Street
Sweepers
,
like
ourselves
.
International
4
-
8818
and
we
are
friends
.
This
is
an
evil
thing
to
say
,
for
it
is
a
transgression
,
the
great
Transgression
of
Preference
,
to
love
any
among
men
better
than
the
others
,
since
we
must
love
all
men
and
all
men
are
our
friends
.
So
International
4
-
8818
and
we
have
never
spoken
of
it
.
But
we
know
.
We
know
,
when
we
look
into
each
other
’
s
eyes
.
And
when
we
look
thus
without
words
,
we
both
know
other
things
also
,
strange
things
for
which
there
are
no
words
,
and
these
things
frighten
us
.
So
on
that
day
of
the
spring
before
last
,
Union
5
-
3992
were
stricken
with
convulsions
on
the
edge
of
the
City
,
near
the
City
Theatre
.
We
left
them
to
lie
in
the
shade
of
the
Theatre
tent
and
we
went
with
International
4
-
8818
to
finish
our
work
.
We
came
together
to
the
great
ravine
behind
the
Theatre
.
It
is
empty
save
for
trees
and
weeds
.
Beyond
the
ravine
there
is
a
plain
,
and
beyond
the
plain
there
lies
the
Uncharted
Forest
,
about
which
men
must
not
think
.
