The arrogance of ageing The bold will follow you there Accept it as a failure: Resign to provenance Our weapons summarily withheld Uncovered parallel destruction of the world Dear Florence, spirals and wasted heads are born again A carrot in the cages The host will follow you there Encourage him with patient advice and more pretence Our quarrel wasn't replaced back then One problem: moralising recognised dissent Dear Florence suddenly wasted friends are born again Withholding other nations to task and hurry her there Uncovering vexations with ashen orange hair Our worries balancing ancient friends And brother, where I put the mess it went by summer Travelled away uncertain environments