What a bore
New lovers brag success
Cocky with cocksure knowing
About nothing
At all

Old lovers slow clap from sidelines filled
With bruised and broken veins
Cheer without conviction
They meet the gaze of those still unchosen
That unjust army
Those unlovely lovers
That cruel, unnatural selection
Leaves more deserving players
Unmatched, disconnected, stateless

And of me? Of we?
We so reckless
Did we think it couldn’t break?
No Kevlar flack against these bullets
No Gortex fibres for this storm

No surprise our clothes are
Falling rags, beyond repair

We barely dressed for the occasion