The Hammer Song

If I had a hammer
I'd hammer in the morning
I'd hammer in the evening
All over this land
I'd hammer out danger
I'd hammer out a warning
I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land

Auden: The Fall of Rome

The piers are pummelled by the waves;
In a lonely field the rain
Lashes an abandoned train;
Outlaws fill the mountain caves.


Altogether elsewhere, vast
Herds of reindeer move across
Miles and miles of golden moss,
Silently and very fast.

Sylvia Plath - Last Words

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.

The Hollow Men, T. S. Eliot

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

Day ahead, go. Make my punk.