It Is Death Now We Look Upon

Dayfall,
swallowsong,
murmurous the river
which is memory -

it is death now we look upon.

Now
hands have no meaning
eyes no longer speak
kisses call
sorrow, like a dream
out of the dusk
remembering

it is death now we look upon.

Wherefore
call home the old,
and let them lie
lapped in their shaken
yet unshaken, faith;
call home tomorrow's quick
the beautiful, the glad,
the unrelenting.
Call home the children
we have made,
but shall not know.

Cancel all tears,
and let all love
grow cold,
that pain may ease,
remembering,

it is death now we look upon.

Stupidity Street

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 on
Stupidity Street.