Hello, then, you at the front, yes you
With the puzzled blinkers. If you like
I’ll make arrangements for you to sit
Here with me on the other side
Of language for a spell. In a way
You’ll see it from the inside and as
The quick stations of silence slide
Past our ears, we might, I might
Slip you a message to take back.
…
You are with me here behind the alphabet
Silence has raked and chosen us from.
W.S. GRAHAM (From Aimed at Nobody)
