Falling in Love with the World at Midnight
You sat there alone, Cowled in dark thoughts; This disease, it gnawed your bones, Drew on your marrow, Sucker-punched your cells, one by one.
In your garden, Above an unraked pond consumed by dying tape grass; Blue tits worried the last of the fat-balls, Picking away until nothing remained.
Hiding your head in a hate-sodden rag I’d furtively gleaned from the newsagent’s, You found people, caus...
