“Let It Heal”
Let it heal; it’s been there long
Enough to found a nation; take a last and second look,
Then shut it down and walk away. It wasn’t curiosity cooked
The cat but simple needs and nowhere else to go.
You’ve memorised the song,
You’ve got the tune so move along to other less auspicious paths
To plots and bedtime stories where you know you’ll tend another scratch,
Another scab or lesser wounds. There’ll always be another bus to catch;
The city’s full of them. No motley cast
Of clowns has ever dulled your swollen wit,
And just around the corner―there it sits,
The perfect way―a proper dénouement to end the latest holiday. It fits,
You know, you’ll always profit; today the last, tomorrow’s penultimate to sit
This number out soon enough occurs to you, and there
You’ll be with just enough emergency to pursue some new found energy
To spur your little nudge of natural synergy
To face what is, and what’s about to scare
The Jack and all your sister’s cornflakes out of Jill.
The whole thing’s got to heal, and given time it will.