Ant Smith

All poems

Bring on, bring on, bring on the end

Bring on, bring on, bring on the end
I'm ready now for to pretend
That life has meaning in the dregs
Of warming spirits drunk with friends

Bring on, bring on, bring on the end
This day's battle let us suspend
Weary arms and weary legs
Let me settle in your bed

Bring on, bring on, bring on the end
Let my spirit at last transcend
Smooth all the tangled broken threads
I need your kisses upon my head