you come on stage right
the British Isles behind you
that slightly awkward moment
when you have the monster in your reach
that blunders and thunders
regurgitating its old repertoire
new wine in old bottles
spitting, crackling piss and wind.
and your smile calms the whole affair down
I notice no changes no grave predictions
no warnings as I watch your tiny puppet dance
as you pirouette to the silhouette
winged and flitting
Dance with me O little lady
as the isobars gather and darken
we'll scale the contours of pain and pleasure
embrace your weather front.
Dance with me O comely lady
as we put our lives behind us
Let's leave this sheltered life to dance
to dance together for evermore
in sultry shades of sunset descending
and face a crepuscular dawn.