Standing under the fobbed br Impendent belly of Time br Tell me the truth, I said, br Teach me the way things go. br All the other lads there br Were itching to have a bash, br But I thought wanting unfair: br It and finding out clash. br br So he patted my head, booming Boy, br There's no green in your eye: br Sit here and watch the hail br Of occurence clobber life out br To a shape no one sees - br Dare you look at that straight? br Oh thank you, I said, Oh yes please, br And sat down to wait. br br Half life is over now, br And I meet full face on dark mornings br The bestial visor, bent in br By the blows of what happened to happen. br What does it prove? Sod all. br In this way I spent youth, br Tracing the trite untransferable br Truss-advertisement, truth.