I know it isn’t me.
Is it anyone?
Jesus died and then he dried out on the patio.
So we’re left with the likes
of you and me and the in-betweens,
here in the future.

I know I cannot help
goodness win and turn the tide
against the monster.

But is there anyone
who just might stand
upon the side
where we’d like to be
and help us out?

I know I’ve failed and I need to wait
to die and recycle
so that never-mind can
rule the times
and yell the shout.

But is there someone
who could stop the something
that is corroding?

And while we’re at it,
can you send me back
my friend;
I really miss her.