Cold as Ice

Tomorrow it will all be gone.
Tomorrow they will be here
With their documents and warrants
With their vans and chattels
Of repossession. Take it all.
Take it all they will,
If I let them.

Gone will be my mansion.
Nowhere for the horses
Nowhere for the dogs
No more daughter’s education.
How will I face the day?
How will I face the wife?

Well, they will come in vain.
They will come for a different task,
For they will come too late.

I have my gun
I have my petrol
I have my matches.

No more time for thought
No more time for reflection
No time for tears.

I have work to do.

Martin Delemare
3rd September 2008