SCRIBBLERS INN

Our Years-long battle with Life grows wearisome.

Our arms are over-stretched and out of date. Our wavering
fire falls short of target.

Our front line faculties are slow and sullen
and even mutinous –

and our supply lines clatter no longer – there are
no more Reserves.
Our teeth are voting with their feet.

Hoist the white flag – Cry Halt – we’ve had enough!

And remember to release the girls
imprisoned in our shrunken memories.