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