THE YOUNG MAN WHO IS BLIND
The young man who is blind is smiling
While one reads the news to him.
He listens to the voice’s voice,
Pretends an interest in the din.
And when one takes him for his walk,
The tramways kneel politely;
He smiles like canny Moses
Traversing the Red Sea.
The ice-cap melts, plutonium spills
And terrorists rap at my door.
He chats, he does not see
My blood washing the floor.
And all the peevish race sweats bread
Out of reluctant earth, but one
Comes feeding him, for which he smiles,
For he outwits the plan.
the kindlier hate the kind,
but he is evermore the lamb
in the lion’s arms reclined.