Why don’t some
Things just end
Why do some
Things carry on
Why can’t we
Simply be a
Machine that seizes
Up and stops
Once the oil
Of our love
Turned to sludge
But no oh
No we continue
Whacking and hacking
As though we
Were clearing jungle
Pointing out this
And accusing that
Like a couple
Of barristers arguing
Their clients innocence
Are we both
Not guilty of
The same crime
Stealing the love
That we thought
Was clearly given
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 