1335 - Mayday, m'aidez

M’aidez, m’aidez, it’s May Day, may I say
The year’s hurtling startlingly further forth
The fifth month’s lifting off, shifting away
From dark, cruel cool to parks and pools and warmth
Though summers hum with thunder, lightning storms
When they come, promising, not delivering
Like partners, parties, defendants on oath
Like football teams; fuck all seems pukka. Things
Get better, then worse; the tale of life’s sting
In the tail; failure hurts; this theatre play
On the stage, the page, the cage of our birth
Antithesis of dreams, missus screaming
M’aidez, m’aidez, it’s May Day, may I say
Save our souls; like maypoles, hold them to earth