The Spike or Victoria College Review 1937
Not because there is no heaven now believed in
not because there is no hell
to be bowed down to, or laid
cross striped over the flayed
is there yet freedom.
To think, to think
is to see shackles set on speech.
To write, to be censored from the press.
Earth's children we, kin
to the grass that wantons with the wind
but being man-spawned,
man-taught, man-spurned, man-bought
have lost the fabled seed of God-head, and achieved
as yet no variableness without restraint,
whirling on metrically together over time
great bolus of regurgitating cosmic chyme.