I Was Not Taken
I was not taken by the claws of love,
by Will Barber
Nor bound upon a bloody rock;
I heard no angels, saw no dove,
No eagle, nothing in that dark.
I called out in the night for truth,
As if the truth would come to me,
As if the universe had any
Truths left to say.
Go bid the winds to cease to blow,
Go bid the satellites to fall;
I cannot do another day
Of labour for the world.