Mighty throbbing pulses,
lay waste our world,
are we the destroyers or the destroyed?
I was listening to Shostakovich’s mighty 7th symphony, The Leningrad, which follows the destruction of the city, first by Stalin, who liquidated many thousands in the city, and followed by the German siege of the city. The last strokes of the symphony ( the mighty throbbing pulses are very bleak, and lead to the idea behind the poem.