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