Doomsday <br />The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans <br />Atop the broken universal clock: <br />The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens. <br />Out painted stages fall apart by scenes <br />While all the actors halt in mortal shock: <br />The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans. <br /> <br />Streets crack through in havoc-split ravines <br />As the doomstruck city crumbles block by block: <br />The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens. <br /> <br />Fractured glass flies down in smithereens; <br />Our lucky relics have been put in hock: <br />The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans. <br /> <br />The monkey's wrench has blasted all machines; <br />We never thought to hear the holy cock: <br />The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens. <br /> <br />Too late to ask if end was worth the means, <br />Too late to calculate the toppling stock: <br />The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans, <br />The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.<br /><br />Sylvia Plath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/doomsday-13/
