Hosts of kingdom come Rhythm of our days Paradise, like hair – undone Whispered “come what may's” May then june then fall And that is all And that is all… Couples in the hay d**hbed as routine Children are a gift – a plague We fear them like machines May then june then fall And that is all And that is all… Field mice love the sun Its convalescing gaze What little we have done – is gone Like whispers in a daze May then june then fall And that is all And that is all… Weatherbirds of prey Silence during meals Bodies shall decay-and then Mother spring will heal May then june then fall Then winter - And that is all…