We proceed further back in time to the beginning of 1968. I can remember all of this poem except the final verse. I know there was one, & that it probably contained the word “opposites,” but that’s it. The only thing that saves this from being a complete piece of shit is its deliciously clever rhyme scheme. The content’s kinda Blakean, or intended as such. I don’t have the title.
Without, within, the symbols spin
throughout the sky, until they spill
on Man, and cause his brain to pause
and start to kill.
The man steps down into the town
bearing a mighty case of steel,
the angry rod which faceless God
too cannot feel.
The casing speaks! the terror seeks
no more, but glories in the skin
of Heaven’s might. To his delight
the brand is in.
So branded we are, you must see
that here-and-there must be our plight,
as new is old, as heat is cold,
as day is night.