When the green field comes off like a lid
Revealing what was much better hid,
Unpleasant;
And look! Behind, without a sound
The woods have come up and are standing round
In deadly crescent.
And the bolt is sliding in its groove,
Outside the window is the black remover's van
And now with sudden swift emergence
Come the women in dark glasses,
the hump-backed surgeons
And the scissor-man.

W.H. Auden, The Witnesses