“Do you still see me even here?” 
(The silver cord lies on the ground.) 
“And so I’m dead”, the young man said 
over the hill (not a wish away). 
My friends (as one) all stand aligned 
although their taxis came too late. 
There was a rush along the Fulham Road. 
There was a hush in the Passion Play.

A Passion Play, Jethro Tull