Agonistes

Morning bright, rise Go over your lines Iron your carefully crafted disguise We'd all like to sing It's easy to sigh To sprinkle a handful of plausible lies Our buildings will rise Poke out our own eyes Publicly smile and privately frown A weeping reprise Please hear my cries I'd like to pull just this one building down So turn off the sky Head in my hands Light keep me warm, white windowsill Blinded by heart Cut my hair short Eyeless in Gaza with the slaves at the mill