This could be my last chance
to demonstrate that I don't care
one last year to forget your birthday
card absenteeism poignant .
That expletive could be the pinnacle
of us, the phone slammed in its cradle
quivering like post-anaesthetic nausea
I'm hung up on you, a visit slides over
postponed for an FA cup fifth round tie
the results of your biopsy: three - nil.
'Just for Today' just might be my last chance
to hold a grudge forever against my chest
like a green acorn clinched in its cup
to carve a conflict into tree bark
to let my hate fungate.
I take this risk
in case you live.
