The Hog

He tended grief
like a scented rose
it stung the eyeballs 
Stung the nose
He trailed it like a faithful dog
He fed it as one would the hog

before the slaughter 
came to pass, he only wanted 
Now't to last
He sat alone with pints of ale
His head bent down
Denying sight 

Here, I was young
And did not know,
Why this drunk man
should scare me so
Him needing death whilst
I was life
I had not yet, my own loved wife,

These days I tend my own new
rose
It stings my eyeballs
Stings my nose
I sit myself with pints of ale
Wanting nowt, cept breath to fail

M