And the valleys will boil Smog-blur brown is the sea Bitter odours arise In a cheap wooden kitchen. And the bed's in the yard And the stove's there as well Price-tags wave in the breeze As he tells her, 'just listen, Didn't you yearn for the permanent sunshine, Beautiful neighbours, high wages and cheap wine? Pharmacy open 24 hours, credit of course, ma'am, Sweet in the sunshine, sour in the shade, No human shell that can't be bettered with a surgeon's blade, Numb with full elasticity It's the Last of Eternity '. So she straightens and smiles 'I must go sell the car 'If it rains...?' he begins She says, 'it doesn't' Now he sits in the fog On the steps of that home Shards of glass in his knuckles So far, no further. The guidebooks would term him 'ideally-placed' here For nightclubs, museums, colloquial Shakespeare. There's an old Spanish graveyard, ten major pawnshops, Beaches and yacht clubs And firing-ranges, protected by law, Where you can scale the barrier and sportsmen help you end it all Range war in extremity It's the last of eternity... Hope gets buried by the certainties Here at the last of eternity.