This life be wasted

We tried molecules and mercury

Blew fire, smoked drain,

We ran out in the fields

We dreamt of summer again.

We compare thee to no one,

No one compares in our plight,

We are sundered from the world,

We choose darkness over light.

We don’t march in protest,

Content to wear the ballot ink with pride,

We are shards that dance in storm,

We let rain sweep us in her stride.

We know our Woolf from Plath,

Learn Rights from men’s wrong,

We fly as far as the stork,

We apron our beliefs to belong.

We tried convention and rummage

Through a spoonful of dust,

We taste like defeat,

Limbs rested, till they rust.