There is a sadness
No orchestra to fade
In the marrow of my bones
No melody for tears
the world and its antics
Marred the eyes that roll – marbled down the drain

There is unquenchable anger
Caged behind ribs
Though we know with collective sigh
That forgiveness doesn’t meet knuckled shame
And we were fringe, in lions mane
Accumulating rage

Even paper tigers sliced us
Our fragility holds no thrill
Apex predators? Questionable
And to think we’re most vulnerable
Within our exoskeletons
Rushing from z to a

And what of the badger
Flattened
The world might just slink away, indifferent
in the spin of tyres