The Brassy Wood-pigeons Bubble Their Colourful Voices,

The Sea Cries With Its Meaningless Voice, Treating Alike Its Dead And Its Living

Where Are The Gods The Gods Hate Us The Gods Have Run Away The Gods Have Hidden In Holes The Gods Are Dead Of The Plague They Rot And Stink Too There Never Were Any Gods There’s Only Death

Show Him Every Dawn & Read To Him Endlessly.

The Iron Man Came To The Top Of The Cliff. How Far Had He Walked? Nobody Knows. Where Did He Come From? Nobody Knows. How Was He Made? Nobody Knows. Taller Than A House The Iron Man Stood At The Top Of The Cliff, At The Very Brink, In The Darkness.

The Wolf Is Living For The Earth.