Last Exit to Brooklyn

by Hubert Selby Jr.

Coda Landsend How much less in them that dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, which are crushed before the moth? They are destroyed from morning to evening: they perish for ever without any regarding it. Doth not their excellency which is in them go away? they die, even without wisdom. Job 4: 19–21

Requiem for a Dream (1978) established Selby as a poet laureate of the dark side of the American Dream.