The winter’s come, the early-setting sun;
The dreams of summer lost, or left, or done –
The world has lurched – detritus and debris –
We’ve seen them fallen, fallen, one by one
The packs of memories in fours and fives:
The husbands, parents, friends, and foes, and wives –
The littered litany that’s left to sea,
The fallen, fallen who were once our lives
