Cheat Me Not With Time,

I Had Drawn Away Into The Salt, Myself, A Shell Emptied Of Life.

When The Shingles Hissed In The Rain Incendiary, Other Values Were Revealed To Us

I Myself Have Seen The Floating Ships And Nothing Will Ever Be The Same The Shouts, The Harrowing Voices Within The House. I Stand Apart With An Army: My Mind Is Graven With Ships.

War Is A Fevered God Who Takes Alike Maiden And King And Clod.

Cheat Me Not With Time, With The Dull Ache Of Flesh, For All Flesh Turns, Even The Loveliest Ankle And Frail Thigh, To Bitterest Dust.