Spring 1954
Claim you a heart, fool?
Claim you a soul?
Cry for a destiny,
Whine for a goal?
Listen! the harsh sweep of wings through
the darkness the blackness the velvet and
steel of destruction
Crouch! crawl on your knees in the muck
and the mire the blood-sucking mud
of corruption
Watch! strain through the nothingness
look for the nothingness nothing but
terror and horror and hate
Swallow! the slaveing poisons, the
sulphorous virulent pus of malignancy
What do you smell?
Death
Written as a deliberate attempt at modern poetry