The antelope run like gazelles
And it was the birth of hell
When I saw Mufasa die
Was that the origin of the tear that cry
With my eye
Or is it evidence of Irish mourning 
In the din that I’m forlorning 
To be wonder held 
And all the shapes meld
Into one
As I am undone 
In 2011
By the sound of heaven
But it doesn’t last
And now it is just part of my past
I set sail 
In a current that cannot fail 
Not now that I have the wind at my back
The man I love I attack 
For daring to make me trust 
In something that I know will rust 
At the first rain
And I say “never again”
But he knocks at my door
And I can’t keep him out anymore
So I just let him in 
And he flashes that grin 
At me and we 
Are all one and sundry again 
And he is the best of men 
When he was just a boy
He broke his golden toy
And has searched ever since
For a lie that might evince
The pain that he feels 
And film reels
Are no substitute 
For what he cannot play, now it is mute 
The cellophane wrapper he called home 
I watch him all alone
In her arms
And visualise us on our farms
Raising a brood
And there is no other dude
That could tempt
Me to preempt 
Fate once more
I get up off the chair and answer the door