Work Chant

The one-a-penny day

Gets up in a spill of coins,

The dreamer's gilded lid

Rolls back to find

The enemy not really slain.

The crown and the nightmare queen

Are pawned

And all nocturnal strangeness

That breeds content.

Early traffic

Shudders on the back

Of the two-a-penny day

And 'deary' girls

Embark on cellophane journeys

And the world accepts the charges.

But somewhere, somewhere,

A sheening sea, the horsy field, a

Milk and clover duchy parades

Its regal cow.

But somewhere, somewhere, the suicide

Will rise at length, put on his hat

And turn to greet the weather.

And somewhere

At the instant of horizon

The seas will drink their ships.