Wings of Desire Across the stars Chemical charge. Ask - Hot Horse Race (Watching the Royal Ascot race on TV, stinging stakes - June 2017) Some Idaho brown-eyed won Not the queen-a-queen Banana peeling and a raisin Wait for birds singing Under grey skies. Or maybe an antique. Rushes whisper, While motorbikes roar by, About a lion in love With battered horses. Saviours dive in a useless blush And walk away Leaving martyrs to run the show And die on wheels. If our hearts were as warm As our pains But too hot to warn If we'd see the stars Wither in our nights But too cold to want The only moon, "Me" in "us" would feed The black dog Eating legs in baths Of hypocrisy so: Going for the lion. Cardboard boxes This way up Dedicated to sufferers of auto-immune diseases, to health and long lives.