Dikt; Doomsday av Sylvia Plath

 The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans
 Atop the broken universal clock:
 The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.
 Out painted stages fall apart by scenes
 While all the actors halt in mortal shock:
 The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans.

 Streets crack through in havoc-split ravines
 As the doomstruck city crumbles block by block:
 The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.

 Fractured glass flies down in smithereens;
 Our lucky relics have been put in hock:
 The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans.

 The monkey's wrench has blasted all machines;
 We never thought to hear the holy cock:
 The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.

 Too late to ask if end was worth the means,
 Too late to calculate the toppling stock:
 The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans,
 The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.