To Failure

You do not come dramatically, with dragons
That rear up with my life between their paws 
And dash me butchered down beside the wagons, 
The horses panicking, nor as a clause 
Clearly set out to warn what can be lost.
What out-of-pocket charges must be borne.
Expenses met, nor as a draughty ghost
That's seen, some mornings, running down a lawn

It is these sunless afternoons, 1 find,
Instal you at my elbow like a bore
The chestnut trees are caked with silence. I'm
Aware the days pass quicker than before.
Smell staler too And once they fall behind 
They look like ruin. You have been here some time