forget the weird time and memory sucking souls stuff. just do urban decay and talk about the contrast between the manmade (lamp) and the natural (moon). the lamp is given authority and narrates as it sputters and mutters and says this one really fucking long sentence of dialogue. the moon is described in this really ugly (i forgot how- i wanna so something about crooks or wrinkles? idk) as you creep toward the last page of the poem (you can interpret this in whatever way you want - which is good because you can just flip it to answer the question). so the moon is like the victim, the lamp is just stomping over everything and the moon is seen as this evil been with her face crust and evil lunar incantations. idk