Twitching and rolled up, suffocating and remembering glimmers of the lost honeymoon

The wrinkled skirts smelling of cheap perfume, stinking of midnight sillies

While the man in the black robe gropes and misleads, all your children can do is blindfold their eyes and hearts.

He sits by the caged window, watching the shadows lengthen as his children grow

As the wolves begin to deflower the body, of all dignity, his name surrounds the valley air from the dust to infinity.

Through all the pain, through all the journeys, throughout his life, one thing remains constant.

We knew that after 20 years; it wouldn’t be the numbers but the words that we remembered.

He drinks the unimaginative cup of tea until all that's left is the glass, humiliating him with his own reflection,

Their chests, bare naked, just as the day they were born, with the torches, eternally illuminating.

The only recollection of the past that they could remember is the doctor saying, “I’m sorry, it just can’t be".