Our own backyard is falling
without knowledge or despair
the water level’s rising
our days – beyond repair
Sensual our wisdom – no
rationale – there is no need
one sees a changed reflection
as the afternoon recedes
It’s like we sleep as change is made
and we say; just go ahead
we sit still and watch the bluster roll
or seek another route instead
Like Vienna under water
or a miner turning green
like the fullness of opinion
so long as mine is yours it seems
That most saudade of feelings
brought a sense of hunger and of yearning
asking; will the city fiddle
whilst Rome itself is burning
sensualism 