It's been a busy season for the hurricane chasers
And the guys who invent their new names.
Mmm how I practised my handwriting at school
Only in old age to watch disintegrate.

But I hit a fiery beauty, at about 27
All soft angles and vanishing planes;
Manual dexterity, oh that was yet to peak
As we taped up the vulnerable planes,
Then cold bolts of lightning began to streak
Across the darkening horizons,
Emblazoned in the distance...

Did your back bow down
Beneath the weight of the ledgers?
How could you hack down your acolytes this way?

Like a dream you remember
Like the nightmares that you sent her,
Like a dream you remember at midday.