Farewell To All That

FAREWELL TO ALL THAT

Now then . . .

I endured
Bloody Hell
But it all turned out
Well.

(Was Mnemosyne gave me the key. . . )

I had languished the summer
Alone on my own.
Had painted the kitchen.
(Must unplug the phone.)

It was written in whitewash;
The walls said it all.
There was nobody here but me.
As I stared at the plaster-cast ear,

I decided to quit,
Farewell to all that;
To the things
One's supposed to hold dear.