It’s not that I’m mad,

surely that is beyond

the easiest of conversations,

for you have to be mad

to work with words here.

It’s more in the way that I cannot

find the Hamster

that flew off the wheel long ago

so that I can at least bury

its final remains and give the poor creature

the final shred of honour

befitting the way it held its own

in the company

of the down but not outs

and the sensationally fallen.

 

That poor Hamster