Nobody Knew The Iron Man Had Fallen.

The World's Decay Where The Wind's Hands Have Passed, And My Head, Worn Out With Love, At Rest In My Hands, And My Hands Full Of Dust.

Nothing Has Changed Since I Began. My Eye Has Permitted No Change. I Am Going To Keep Things Like This.

The Jaws' Hooked Clamp And Fangs Not To Be Changed At This Date; A Life Subdued To Its Instrument.

The Sea Cries With Its Meaningless Voice, Treating Alike Its Dead And Its Living

So The Self Under The Eye Lies, Attendant And Withdrawn.