"The Actor's Hubris"

Long ago you entered a city of nine gates.
Two eyes to see.
Two nostrils to smell.
Two ears to hear.
The genitils to procreate.
The rectum to evacuate.
A mouth to taste and speak;
exposing one’s passions to the public view.
 
when all this is finished
throw down the high places
and brake the images in pieces
until they are utterly destroyed.
[becoming] the material remains of past cultures
[devoid of emotional content].
Heaps which perish [silently] and which are [never again] assembled.
[surrounded by supposed holy men and scientists]
who are assembled below to busy themselves upon the mass of original matters:
copious and well-documented evidence of bones and artifacts:
broken glass vessels, cruets, mustard-pots, tumblers, wine-glasses, bottles
[where a] certain number of cart-loads, 
having been raked and searched for all the different things,
[were all then brought to] a big microscope that allows you to view things at hundreds of times magnification
 
(This  is the actor's hubris, 
to imagine the world possessed of a single, 
avid eye fixed solely and always on him.)
 
[all of this evidence was then] compiled into heaps of well organized, timely, and concise information:
an apparently heterogeneous collection of objects, 
assembled, it would seem, without obvious rhyme or reason
[like] little wheels and springs of metal, 
as if someone had gutted a mechanical toy and left the parts scattered about
[these being] the five heaps - the five parts of a person – 
[which] were empty of any nature of their own
succumbing to an inglorious fate in the scrap heaps [of belief] 
and junk yards of America; [tombs of material desire] .
Theorists are having a great deal of difficulty
in coaxing a sufficient amount of variety from these rather smooth and featureless,
nondescript things over [their] little fires [tended] under corrugated iron shelters,
But it puts things into context surely...