Down In The Park
And The Lust Of The Light
Among The Stray Dogs And Families
I Smell The Bonfires, And
Watch The Bonbs
Fireworks Burst Above The Trees
And To Pillows Of White Cloud, And
Another Year Has Gone
Now It Is The Fifth Of November
I Lock The Doors, And
Swallow The Key
And Draw The Curtains, Closed Forever
Forever