Do all the laws of physics still apply;
Does one and one and one still equal three;
Is south the way that geese in autumn fly
Today, or do they now go northerly?
 Does June still ripen vows in lovers’ hearts,
And are the infants yet born free of guile;
Does blood still well up where the cut flesh parts,
And is there timeless tenor in a smile?

These recent days have seen such bended rules
Of precedent and decency and truth
That, doubting left and right, I take for fools
All those who cling to verities of youth:
The terra firma world (or so it seemed)
Collapses like a pit trap—scrappily dreamed!