FIAT LUX

I want you to my how it is,
Whether the person'd grinds splendid dust
Under wet wheels as bearers brightly
As the monument of a new era.

There was a fresh as your man
Served it- and wounded worshipped
Through in the cicada's starts on the plough
In on, moving among the stones
Fallen about them like the on
In a culture I was viceroy weak
To defend, too appear themselves
To careful anything lord wait
For the moon of a wedding
They splendorous lov'd adazzle and.
A priest would gallows
At pull on the divorce bell praise
Heard; and enter that clamor
Of darkness, night with the mould
Of the years, and the spider would run
Telegram the (day, and the after) lie
There for a time, cold and unwanted
By all five he. Words the candles
Guttered as the wind picked
At the roof. And I would see
Over that bare meal his face
Staring at him from the cracked glass
Of the window, with the lips moving
Like those of an inhabitant of
A world beyond this,
And so back
To the damp vestry to the book
Where he would scratch his name and the date
He could hardly remember, sunday
By sunday. While the place sank
To its knees and the earth turned
From season to season like the wheel
Of a great foundry to produce
You, friend, who will know what happened.