Once they have closed the door,

That is the final day

And time will be no more.

Forget “the other shore” —

No earth, no sea, no way

Once they have closed the door,

No after, no before,

Nothing for clocks to say,

For time will be no more.

Vain the discarded core,

Useless the feet of clay

Once they have closed the door.

For soldier, queen, and whore

All persons of the play,

Time will be no more.

No time now to restore

This burden, this cliché.

Soon they will close the door

And time will be no more.