We want the good or bad of things we made,
Words to paint our favorite universal truth,
Only the essence indivisible,
Remember we want the world they built —
Not some old B-side no one ever played,
Not some jungle ruled by claw and tooth,
Some character with adverse traits invisible,
Shadow lands of innocence, not guilt.
Where office blocks are lightships —
A moth will find them sweet,
So many rooms to greet the dawn of darkness.
K doffs his hat to another man
As along the pavement they slink;
One will say how he misses the country
Where roast beef was eaten on chilly afternoons,
Here, sweetbreads are tossed on the ground at our feet,
A scream casts a shadow and the big seagulls eat.