The Spike or Victoria University College Review 1945
Peel the flesh from the skull
And peer into the sockets of the eyes
Seeking an answer.
Knock at the bony casing of the heart
And gravely await the spirits reply.
Sit in the second class carriage,
Feel the body's surge
And ask your blood its message.
Listen again to the wheels of the train
Ask what their refrain is saying.
Go ask the puppets who tangled their cords
And who is the puppeteer.
Seek but you won't find
In the mind any answer,
From the heart
There is no word,
Your blood is a liar
And the wheels are insane.
The puppets are silent,
And the puppeteer gone.