They think how one life hums, revolves and toils, One cog in a golden singing hive... - Stephen Spender

No one Shall hunger: Man shall spend equally. Our goal which we compel: Man shall be man.

Then, as they land, they hear the tolling bell Reaching across the landscape of hysteria, To where larger than all the charcoaled batteries And imaged towers against that dying sky, Religion stands, the church blocking the sun.

And if this I were destroyed, The image shattered, My perceived, rent world would fly In an explosion of final judgement To the ends of the sky, The colour in the iris of the eye. Opening, my eyes say 'Let there be light', Closing, they shut me in a coffin.