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1 " And a ton came down on a coloured road,And a ton came down on a gaol,And a ton came down on a freckled girl,And a ton on the black canal,And a ton came down on a hospital,And a ton on a manuscript,And a ton shot up through the dome of a church,And a ton roared down to the crypt.And a ton danced over the Thames and filledA thousand panes with stars,And the splinters leapt on the Surrey shoreTo the tune of a thousand scars. "
― Mervyn Peake , The Rhyme of the Flying Bomb
2 " For your brain is alone now your passion goes,And your coloured dreams run coldAnd there's nothing left but a gaping skullOn the spine of the wounded world.But we are well! O sailor! sailor!O we are very well!Do not tremble as you stand, O frightened sailorFor death is so mean and small.It snatches away the burning breathAnd it snatches the useless clayBut what can it do to halt the square-riggedSoul as it steers away? "