She ran him down to alien town
Where he helped her build the moon
Draped in a golden buttoned gown
His time had come too soon
And all she knew and all she had
She owed to Che Guevara
And those amber days in Leningrad
That named her Cait O’Mara
She ran him down with ill intent
For the accumulated fate
He’d pushed her way from armour rent
By the act of being late
Late for school and late for learning
Late for heading home
Late to feel the need for turning
Away from pastures known
She ran him down in pale blue shark
That she’d bought from André Breton
Arrived before the dawning dark
and hoped that they would get it on
February 2011
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