O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag- It's so elegant So intelligent

Unreal city, Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many.

O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

I was neither Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, Looking into the heart of light, the silence.