Hurt once and for all into silence. 
A long pain ending without a song to prove it. 
Who could stand beside you so close to Eden, 
When you glinted in every eye the held-high 
razor, shivering every ram and son? 
And now the silent loony bin, where 
The shadows live in the rafters like 
Day-weary bats, 
Until the turning mind, a radar signal, 
lures them to exaggerate 
Mountain-size on the white stone wall 
Your tiny limp. 
How can I leave you in such a house? 
Are there no more saints and wizards 
to praise their ways with pupils, 
No more evil to stun with the slap 
of a wet red tongue? 
Did you confuse the Messiah in a mirror 
and rest because he had finally come? 
Let me cry Help beside you, Teacher. 
I have entered under this dark roof 
As fearlessly as an honoured son 
Enters his father's house.