Hurt Once And For All Into Silence.
A Long Pain Ending Without A Song To Prove It.
Who Could Stand Beside You So Close To Eden,
When You Glinted In Every Eye The Held-high
Razor, Shivering Every Ram And Son?
And Now The Silent Loony Bin, Where
The Shadows Live In The Rafters Like

Day-weary Bats,
Until The Turning Mind, A Radar Signal,
Lures Them To Exaggerate
Mountain-size On The White Stone Wall
Your Tiny Limp.

How Can I Leave You In Such A House?
Are There No More Saints And Wizards
To Praise Their Ways With Pupils,
No More Evil To Stun With The Slap
Of A Wet Red Tongue?

Did You Confuse The Messiah In A Mirror
And Rest Because He Had Finally Come?
Let Me Cry Help Beside You, Teacher.
I Have Entered Under This Dark Roof
As Fearlessly As An Honoured Son
Enters His Father's House.