The loss had struck me down like a wild car
It jumped the reservation by a fluke
Then landed where the lost were passing by
We crawl away, we’re bleeding ,we want air
The sense of what has passed is in some book
Loss will strike us down like a wild car.
My heart ached like an abscess on a scar
My eyes were wide but still I could still not look
As the lame were passing with their sighs
I seemed to drop onto a stage bizarre
A drama being enacting as I shook
The loss had tossed me up, an iron bar
I must play my part, that’s how things are.
The waves of loss whirl round like skipping ropes
The sad were passing with their shuttered eyes
Getting washed and dressed, I felt remote
Yet love still spurred me on to hope for hope
The loss had struck me down like a wild car
Accelerating till it threw me f out past “far”
