We had a thing
we called a name,

that came and went
before its time,

whose simple pulse
they couldn't find,

who had no mind
to think ahead,







whose heart they said
was left for dead,

whose will to live
was weeks behind,

who thoughtlessly
had gone and died.

Now we have no thing
in our life.


Words by Simon Armitage.

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