Where The Smaller People Go

where the smaller people go.

we were guided by the lights of Ilfracombe.

check-mate and foe as one 

we have shielded oh too many times

loves odour through the language of a cat.

nine times each we have slain loves stocks and shares.

our kingdom was our own, it was lush

it was a blood-rush high of cortisone.

our muscles lost in the day-to-day 

our bones repellant sprays on a nervous twitch.

no sacrirfice.

no treasured buried secrets stunning eyes.

it is peaceful here.

all eyes are lost and look their seperate ways.

it is glorious and dull

where the smaller people go

to cast aside at wind-speed our heir-apparent must.