Empty now

Sand bars and sabre grass, salt flats and travelling dunes

Lead west, until, green in their shallow sea

That falls away into the Atlantic deeps

He sees the Islands of the West.

He who? Why, God, of course.

Who reaches before He looks

Bach for the ridge that is, save for a million footprints,

Empty now.

Logue's Homer, All Day Permanent Red: War Music Continued, Faber and Faber, 2003.