Smith’s Boy is heading out again tonight,
Still he asks me “how soon is now?”
Reaching up the metal railings, grinning electrified,
Charming man, holding a light that never goes out.

I know we can only be friends,
I’m a secret you want to share.
To laugh at the most, to boast, to moan, to groan,
He’s a Bigmouth smiling from a barbarous home.

Smith’s Boy knows it’s over,
I begged “what difference does it make?”
Leaving the old house I’m your wounded solider,
Wars from the thorns on his side...