A lump of concrete, lodged in my stomach,
Settles in, sets off a dragging
Motion. An Ape-like me grunts
‘Set me free’. Nothing happens.
And all of a sudden the whole sullen world 
Of getting and spending and moaning
And groaning is all at once so utterly alien to me.
I walk in cool air, hear the blackbirds sing,
Watch this season’s robins take to wing,
Their flight works to keep my grief away from
Consciousness. The lump of concrete is still embedded,
Of course, God will give me a windy day
A storm to blow all the detritus of selfish grief
Away. I will settle for just that.