The King of Small Things

Boundaries blur as the light dims;

with the best will in the world you bang into things.

The smaller the dominion, the crazier the King.

Everybody knows this is how it goes

and the sun hides it well, but it shows

in the blood in your eyes, in the way you chose

not to take part in the things they loved;

squint at the clock - hands still gloved -

switching off lights when push comes to shove.