Above the dead flat plane of sea And watching rocks of coast,
Across the bay, the high
Searchlights push to the centre of sky
Rubbing white rules through dull lead,
Projecting enormous phantom
Masts with swaying derricks,
Sliding triangles and parallels
Upon the abased wasted distances.
A black ragged horizontal sound
Moves, trailed by one distraught beam.
A thudding falls from remote cones
And pink sequins wink from a gauze screen.
Seeds of killing drop on cells of sleep
Which hug these promontories like little shells.
Fingers pick away
Human minds from human brains.
But through the shifting luminous figures
O man-made and inhuman god,
The shining ladders slant
Up to your heaven packed with more
Evil invention than all holy wisdom
Accumulated in history.
Your infatuated dervishes try
To tear out of each others’ entrails
The bread and gold which mocking lie
All round them in the pregnant peaceful fields
And loaded under rocks
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