We hoped this kind of orbit wouldn't faze you
For 'time' and 'man' both rarely pass the same.
But the leaves we grew came pushing through your glasses
and you crawl across the library floor in shame.
Your body on the staircase will not suit you,
the eyelids and the trousers never match.
But yours is ours, so let us all smile weakly,
and hope there comes a fisher for the catch.