After the bed, and the death swirls
And the purpureal magnificence
Of the Psychopomp who came
And the sun who ran with joy
Twisting all the red-green leaves
I reach, by eye, through window pane
And saw you gasp out your life in starts:

"Are you a man, or are you a mouse?"
What strange last words to leave
The lips of one who may be damned
Or may be saved, or may be lost
What, in the heat of
Your mind's last seizure
Did you see? Or did you mean?

Where the night was inoculatеd by legion...
The world is legion, еverywhere
In the last lick of night
The last taste of black
On my lips, pink swizzle foam
As the helicopters stutter through the long corridors
Down we go. We're in London, we are legion
The sickness that waits in the heart or in the hole
And the lights are always on in your eyes
But in your heart, they were clicked suddenly shut
Now, as the sunset, cough-drop red
Folds the birds into the squid-ink blue sky...
Always in the night
When the lights are bright
And his voice calls for the police, or for the British Legion

All nothings, drifting through you, they were
There is no-one to come now
The time is nowhere, and we are legion
Your heaven or your hell awaits
Mothering Sunday, after the service
And the vicar shakes hands with you all
And if you but knew... he is waving goodbye

Legion, someday. Today, legion
Check the hands of the watch
For time, for time
And do not say "this time is mine"
This is the night, the night and you
Your meeting with the dreaming faces
Of the sea and the moon

All shine. All shine
Someone bright appears
And says:

"Your time is mine."