The Albatross

Let me hang heavily around your neck

the albatross you shot with your cross bow

let me sit with you and drag you down

let me remind you of the mistakes you made

at the time you thought it would pass

but death is irreversible and you killed us

and now, look at you, you are uninvited

oh the pleasures you could have had

the pride you could have held on to

but some blow’s got to be the final one

and some straw’s got to be the last one.