Pray you, out here, somewhere, I have forgot me
Where may I find my precious, unlived, mislaid life?
When last I knew I sniped behind some plum tree
Billy-fear-not immune from this so clamorous strife.
Well, Billy Boy, our politicians a-dream with swanky glory
Have spent your life and gleam, unhindered by your puny fury.
But now I sense a stilly difference has become me
A starry loneliness and longing – Where is my girl?
Our sniping party looking strange in death, I see
Swift chattering hail swarmed and cut us to a swirl.
Well, Billy Boy, our politicians a-dream with swanky glory
Have spent your life and gleam, unhindered by your puny fury.
Where have I left me? My understanding is mis-matched
So disconnected, separate, shorn of love and living flesh
Blinded in twilight, a splintered dream is quite detached
And yet I half-remember children’s laughter in a crèche.
Well, Billy Boy, our politicians a-dream with swanky glory
Have spent your life and gleam, unhindered by your puny fury.
2007
