i can see the curtainnthe endingnknew it was on its wayni just didn’t want it to be todaynnwatching the cityscapendrift from day to dusk to darknblurrily indistinct the sooty capenslowly slips across its jagged shapennlights signallingnsome winking onnthen blinking offnnlights signallingnsome winkingnredandredandwhitenni can seenpigs over batterseanfloating in flightnnon quiet nights i can hear the starsnand cosmonauts talkna ragged 30-watt moonnhangs over my hotel roomnni saw you nodding out innthe mouth of the nightnface full of white light gracennand i push your body out into spacenlet it go, watch it drift awaynngoing on to beggar and bitter thingsnjust a fly with little plucked off wingsnngoing on to beggar and bitter thingsnnever fly, never earn your wingsnnand when the stars are all burned outndon’t try and tell me what it’s all about