Quite unexpectedly, as Vasserot <br />The armless ambidextrian was lighting <br />A match between his great and second toe, <br />And Ralph the lion was engaged in biting <br />The neck of Madame Sossman while the drum <br />Pointed, and Teeny was about to cough <br />In waltz-time swinging Jocko by the thumb <br />Quite unexpectedly to top blew off: <br /> <br />And there, there overhead, there, there hung over <br />Those thousands of white faces, those dazed eyes, <br />There in the starless dark, the poise, the hover, <br />There with vast wings across the cancelled skies, <br />There in the sudden blackness the black pall <br />Of nothing, nothing, nothing -- nothing at all.<br /><br />Archibald MacLeish<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-end-of-the-world/
