Others had swerved off to the left before,

But only under protest from outside,

Embittered robbers outlawed by the Law,

Lepers in terror of the terrified.

Now no one else accused these of a crime;

They did not look ill: old friends, overcome,

Stared as they rolled away from talk and time

Like marbles out into the blank and dumb.

The crowd clung all the closer to convention

Sunshine and horses, for the sane know why

The even numbers should ignore the odd:

The Nameless is what no free people mention;

Successful men know better than to try

To see the face of their Absconded God.