Victory I sit by the campfires of the tribe On the evening after the afternoon That my Bath defeated Brive for the European Cup In rugby football at Bordeaux. And I think how I never have been so alone. The youthful opportunites of transcendental love Have vanished into the periphery of vision. The future is mundane, detrimental. I would wave a candle at life But its remorselessness crushes me. Once I believed in the morning That the onward surge of living leads to success. But now I know better, It is enough to be alive The energy of a new day confirmed. I have been there. I have seen the eyes and heard the voices. Written down the bloodjet metaphors of poetry. The Augustan anthem rolls off my tongue. There is nothing in my life now but being alive. I don't want orgasms. I don't want death. What I want is the dream I carry with me. Of not being alone in all this mumbo-jumbo Of sharing a skin. They will have to bury me to put an end to that. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%