truth grows teeth

Truth grows teeth

Anger and shame came

You leaving again

Kin and king of what might be mine

Bullied aside as obscene

Luxury we can ill afford

Mourn our fate

Fixed faced

Let isolation spore

No more

Cut backs on human need

Horror of the imagined deed

Sit in silence beneath our clock

Pangs of hunger

Little shocks

No candles, no gas, nowhere to play

Moody silences go our way

Floored and first to drop

Nothing wrong, nothing right

Geography of our night

Fate a lonely atlas

Our flock could not read

Nothing but our greed

Kid torn heart

Whispers of our better part

Things to rescue from our play

Joined together in judgement day

Our sorrow

Our despair

Contemptuous of proper care

Cure for unhappiness in-deed

Slave to baser seed

Grown-ups above us –by and by

Forest of giants signal with sighs

From afar

What would happen if I fall asleep?

Would you weep?

Let’s pretend you’ll not leave.

Let your elbows rest on the table

Mum I’ll be good

Good and good as I’m able

Dressed in good shirt and shoes

Who’s deid?