Around our broken vault the gale howls by,
And scatters icebergs up into the air.
It tosses them against black cliffs scrapped bare,
Then scours the hillsides, heaves them up on high.
Tornadoes swirl and scream, fill up the sky,
The ground protests in suffering, despair.
The wind is stronger than this world can wear:
Its ocean courses up till it flows dry.

    Beneath a thousand miles of hurricanes,
Smashed broken to the ground by monstrous weight,
We lie on Neptune, crawl over its face.
Around us winds whip boulders as if grains
Of sand, and hurl them high like blind-eyed fate:
Like dust, it will obliterate our place.    

                                          1976