Morning hush
greets sun's first gentle blush...

Then the wind changed
empty arms left behind...

Poker faces claim
to each have a royal flush...

Soon the lily pond became
a home from home for 'opper...

As bodies decompose
I ponder...

With those blood stained hands
you captured world attention...

Varnished lies o'er wooden door
dust unsettled on sinful floor...

Dear Mum by Bob Shank...

Unopened presents
'neath forgotten Christmas tree...

Next morning I arose
with the sun and crept outside...

...and
When you suffer a hill...

And...
As if they had read my thoughts...