Then came the light
The day has been eaten
morning
midday
and afternoon
sliced up and drank in the chicken consumè
on the corner of the Chinese take-away
while mutilated evening cried open wounds
of crippled truth and yellow lies
Papers had said it all
and poked the finger
into the excrement
drapped warm in a second-hand fur coat
begging on church steps
asking for fiver, love, truth
and sanity
The evening was left to suffer
and sitting on my garden stairs
stuck out its tongue at me
and tried to caress me with someone else's hand
while I waited for you to call in
and to say
You're sorry
