Deserted like the dwarves at dawn
It is the hour of departure o deserted one
Cold cauliflower heads are raining over my heart
O pit of debris, cave of the shipwrecked

In you the wars and the flights accumulated
From you the song of the song bird rose
You swallowed everything thing, like distance

Like the sea, like time
In you everything sank

And the word barely bunged on your lips
Our mad moist coupling
And to couple no more

Cold stars heave up and spew
Cows chew and sheep baaaaaa
Deserted by your cold hands and feet
No longer will i bay for your touch

But cringe and crave for your touch of a big toe
I shall lament and cry
For though will be gone gone gone.
And i in my solitary room weep.

Pretty good eh. And yours for free. I am expressing my unhappiness at your relegation. Rog.