What a view -- Lying on one's back In a strange land, Seeing familiar skies, & Unfamiliar faces, And wondering what kind Of strange beast They take one for -- On one's back, In the churchyard Of a strange land.
I've walked the world cast in the role of distant stranger,
and seen the old, the bold, the minor, and the major.
And people talk of fears, but I would make a wager
that never was a sense more ill-tuned than that of danger.