“Without a wish, without a will, / I stood upon that silent hill / And stared into the sky until / My eyes were blind with stars and still / I stared into the sky.”
“I climbed a hill as light fell short, / And rooks came home in scramble sort, / And filled the trees and flapped and fought / And sang themselves to sleep.”
“I saw with open eyes/ Singing birds sweet/ Sold in the shops/ For the people to eat,/ Sold in the shops of/ Stupidity Street.// I saw in a vision/ The worm in the wheat,/ And in the shops nothing/ For people to eat;/ Nothing for sale in/ Stupidity Street.”