He is one of
The human machines
So common on the khaki plains.
Here and Now made flash
Senses
Crammed with all the world outside.

And if he were to die
The world would fly
In Judgement day
To the ends of the sky
Colour of the colour of his eye.

Waking each morning, he thinks
‘Let there be light.’ There is
Because he is,

Sleeping each night, he goes
Into a sightless coffin
Where all the world outside
—Earth air water fire
All that most devours —
Proves it exists.