What Manner of Bliss? - Dunsmuir

What manner of land

Are we set upon?

Do we stand upon?

Everywhere lay riches and the air is filled with song

Leisure in the garden before exile

And if it’s all a dream then let us sleep a while

Would you rather return

To labor in vain?

Black factories and coal mines

To a city’s endless rain?

In the shade of the yew tree

The viper’s kiss

Embraced by the furies

What manner of bliss?