What I had not foreseen Was the gradual day Weakening the will Leaking the brightness away - Stephen Spender

Eye, gazelle, delicate wanderer, Drinker of horizon’s fluid line; Ear that suspends on a chord The spirit drinking timelessness; Touch, love, all senses...

I say, stamping the words with emphasis, Drink from here energy and only energy

Consider his life which was valueless In terms of employment, hotel ledgers, news files. Consider. One bullet in ten thousand kills a man. Ask. Was so much expenditure justified On the death of one so young and so silly Lying under the olive tree, O world, O death?