Oh God help me here on the island of the dead with the cries of the tormented, here with the angel of death and the acrid stench of excrement and carrion taking me back in the darkness and the pale fawn light to the place I never wanted to go back to, the man-made earthly black hell and the human scrapyard kilometres long. Here down amongst the dead men, midst-ways with the torn-souled and their wild, inhuman screams; here with the ferryman, the boatmen, my eyes covered and my brains scrambled, here with this prince of death, this prophet of reprisal, this jealous, vengeful, unforgiving son of our bastard commonwealth of greed...


Light in the night with the stars and the moon,
And the stars are turned off.
When the moon is high,
And the sun's turned off.

["That's one small step for man,
one giant leap for mankind"]


Under the clouds of the night,
I walk towards the clearing.
In a silver burst, I see her,
the moon.


She wears the veils of eternity,
her halo embraces the stars, my moon...