THE CHAMBERS OF THE HEART

The chambers of the human heart,
Half-remembered perfect days
Of brown bread and blue skies,
Beautiful, imperfect with white clouds.

The chambers of the human heart,
The ventricles of sin,
The strutting cock and the greedy hen
Come under the axe in the fin.

How we curse with grudged praise,
While grabbing for the tasty cup
saying: I don't care who wins,
(As long as no one else does).