What a stunning mess,
But in this instance it would seem
That you’ve not passed the test.
What more could you expect
Than to ring in second best
When you’ve gone and constantly
Got yourself tangled in life’s mesh.
It’s not unheard of
To carve charged words
Bitterly, solemnly to flesh.
The future in which looms
Reduced to angry, dusty doom.
For now I say lie down, reflect