Ten thousand words, a million diagrams
Noone can know others nor themselves
Nor the errant ways, the wavering spans
Flee the fluttering of a diaphragm
Blind the eyes and ears to all this wealth
Ten million days, a thousand diamonds
Fifty million cells in a doll’s pram
Life is touch and go and needs our stealth
Not the errant ways, the wavering plans
No matter how I speak I can’t command
The instant of his death,his plangent depths
Ten thousand gasps, the weight about a gram
God below, with worms he understands
He needs no words, no pictures, nor new hells
The trains to Auschwitz, had no waving hands
By Dunwich Beach we hear submerged church bells
Golden angels fly from one, Cromwell
Ten mighty words show less than one diagram
See the watery childrens’ little hands
