By Simon Armitage

So you upped

and went. Big deal!

Now you must be sitting pretty.

Now you must see me

like a big kodiak bear,

safe and holed up

for the close season, then rumbled.

Girl, you must see me

like the crown prince


round his icy palace,

the cook and bottle-washer gone,

snuck off, a moonlight flit

to the next estate

for sick pay, wages, running water

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