Prologue
The bored attendant with a lazy sneer
Inspects your ticket as you reach the maze.
He asks: "You sure you want to come in here?
Don't if you're wimpish, now. It's sometimes days
Or even weeks before they reappear
From those blind ends and tricksy turning ways.
You're going in? Turn left for squalid night -
Or if you want some tropic sun, turn right."