When I breached the gates of Eden,
The gardens did not sing; and
The crows were naught
But labouring -
A thousand charcoal teeth
Chewing at the rot, until
All appeared cold
As the Kings of Camelot,
When I breached the gates of Eden,
The fountain had run dry
And the men were on fire
Laid down by its side, and
A great wave of white lilies
Had devoured the landscape
Leaving naught but the words
Of unguarded graves,
When I breached the gates of Eden,
The mothers pleaded for a song;
“Will you sing, will you sing”,
They begged for me, all night long,
But I do not know how to silence
The howling of the bereaved
For the gates of Eden
Had been deplorably besieged.