The End
When I awoke this morn alone,
As in the twitching of an eye
The room grew colder than a crypt –
My soul with abject fear was gripped.
Then feel and hear and join did I
The ghastly global Doomsday moan.
Jerusalem
10 June 1992
When I awoke this morn alone,
As in the twitching of an eye
The room grew colder than a crypt –
My soul with abject fear was gripped.
Then feel and hear and join did I
The ghastly global Doomsday moan.
Jerusalem
10 June 1992