The Ghost Land

Not a stir, not a stir in the land, The cloudless sky Of a ghost world – Businessmen hurrying to their offices, Businessmen hurrying to their homes, Businessmen hurrying to their golf clubs, Their souls locked in their cars. Not a kick, not a kick in the heart Of the land, But only a slow desperation – Girls hurrying to their sodality meetings, Girls hurrying to the theatre, Girls with girls Walking to their chastity graves. Not a kick, not a stir In heart or in air.