FOR MUM AND DAD
How pitiful your loving be...

If truth were to tell or begin to explain,
How tonight's lasting memories had all turned to...

This morning dawned before the yesterdays had...
As you lie somewhere in your somewhere cots...

Crystal tear I send into the dying dust,
One globe in payment for your love...

I hope when your ego is scraping the ceiling,
And your mirrors grow tired of that smile...

I can hear the children sleeping, far away in...
And the mantle clock mocks me with its taunting...

Thirty years ago you came,
To check identity, confirm name...

I have just deleted soul,
As your orange inmates file sits leadened black...

To a place, where your face
last reflected...

How vital now this day to me,
How altered from its history...

Across the orchard you could hear the sound,
Of love as your mans fist struck the ground...

Into the bowels of Hull city centre
Far, far from the world outside...