God is Dead - Nietzsche.

Daddy and I are always here, you know,
Whenever you want us.
We didn’t like the things you said
The last time home.
Bourgeois, you said, and a word which sounded
Very like Atrophied.
Daddy doesn’t like the way you collect
Toilet graffiti,
God is dead - Nietzsche, and the reply
Nietzsche is dead - God.


You can’t expect Daddy to go round
With plate [...]

Things

There are worse things than having behaved foolishly in public.
There are worse things than these miniature betrayals,
committed or endured or suspected; there are worse things
than not being able to sleep for thinking about them.
It is 5 a.m. All the worse things come stalking in
and stand icily about the bed looking worse and worse
and worse.
(Fleur Adcock)
[...]

No Enemies

You have no enemies, you say?
Alas, my friend, the boast is poor.
He who has mingled in the fray of duty
that the brave endure, must have made foes.
If you have none, small is the work that you have done.
You’ve hit no traitor on the hip.
You’ve dashed no cup from perjured lip.
You’ve never turned the wrong to [...]