Moments til the sentencing.    Love the work that it brings.    The question leaves its mark of coarse,    hand one out to the in-laws.    Happy snaps in hospitals.    Rubber gloves parade the walls.    Find a shoulder which to cling.   Find a song for us to sing    and wish for something good like    diamonds on the apple tree.    I'll stop now.    Swaying in the orphans arms.    At least we'll all have a chance to run.    Like running in a bad dream.    I'll stop now.    Swaying in the orphans arms,    waiting on the one that they call mum.    Movies tell me life is good.    Nineteen- forties Hollywood.    I wonder what she did back then,    maybe read a book instead.    Something to avoid the war.    Comes back like an encore.    When you make it off the boat,    motion pictures we will go.    Just    run.