The Runaround - Aking

Waiting on devilish hands

To come roll me over

A dog bleeding to death

Tried to eat through the wire

From the brim to the dregs

Not a mouthful was savored

Wings overhead

As eager as lightning to open fire

Its all give and take

I’ve tested and tried

(Working against the clock even if it kills us)

In a sea of dead lovers

You’re a hard to recognise

(Working against the clock even if it kills us)

It’s all give and take

So do yourself a favour

Tie yourself down

You’ve rushed into a runaround

Flashes of humour

Disappear in the distance

Stages of labour

They glittered like violence

From border to trench

No room for a saviour

Heels overhead

Struck in the back

Hip and thigh