Pride came to my doorstep
Nine days after the fall
When I literally fell over
Trying to help them all
Hungry and light headed
Starved of bed and board
I’d overdosed on cod philosophy
And fallen on my sword
Picking through the leftovers
Looking for what’s right
Among the day’s detritus
In the dimming of the light
You had a dream you told me
In which I offered you some solace
Well let me tell you that you’re welcome
To whatever time remains to us
Meanwhile a former lover
Who shares some of your blood
Your sadness and your trauma
Stands alone before the flood
