I counted all the minutes that you gave me love and pleasure
I mastered all the places of our laughter and our leisure
I collected all my perfumes in different shapes and sizes
And then I gave it up for indeterminate gifts and prizes
You left me in the company of today's familiar stranger
I gathered souls together not detecting any danger
Then you gave again a wizened sugar smile and wave
And I knew the battle started with the bottle and the grave
Kindly leave me to the loneness in the four walls of my room
Whisper one last sweet goodbye at the opening of my tomb
Pleased to meet you, nice to know you, now I'm reverently sane
Placing one step by the other in a fragmentary chain
It's over and you've gone - like a speeding bullet train
Just the whiff of musky odour from a body washed in vain
Trouble finds me, tears indifferent, turmoil and another day
In the fathomless existence of a comic one-act play
Chime the bells, call the muezzin, blow the shofar horn
It's tradition and it happens, it's the night before my dawn
Build the fire and place the cuttings in the centre of the flame
Hold up the leonine standard to the horror of my shame
Wrap the pretty presents - give the birthday girl a place
Who will hold my package in the pass the parcel race?
Who will miss the chair when the music stops to play?
Who can recognise my treasures when they're stored in jars of clay?
What mouldering sweetness do we find in the darkest side of man?
What gems of cunning are revealed, which calculated plan?
The sweet embrace, the plenty, and the siphoned energy --
This ends my diatribe, my search, my reverse elegy.