At his leisure
He takes his pleasure.
A spark dies
In a girl’s eyes.
How many tills
And blood red bills
Must be fed?
All our lust
And fear of dust
Ends in bed
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K Morris - Poet 
A powerful finale stanza Kevin
“All our lust
And fear of dust
Ends in bed”
Thank you, Ivor. Kevin