From____ 'A Leaden Treasury of English Verse'
by Paul Dehn / Illustrations by Edward Gorey (yes, That one)
out of Tennyson (Break, Break Break on thy cold grey stones, O Sea! ... )
Quake, quake, quake
On thy cold grey course, O Man,
Eager to do for others
The service we did Japan.
O hell to the armaments race
For the bomb that is better and bigger!
O hell to the thumb on the switch
And the finger touching the trigger.
The Christian scientists fire
Their satellites over the hill;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd Hand
And the sound of a Voice that is still.
Quake, quake, quake
On thy cold grey course, O Man,
Seeking to end the world so soon
After it just began.
