This may be the end

The dance

In her very own month of May

she says “Now’s the time—fix the day.

You dance to my tune,

I’ll lead.” But come June

it turns out she has feet of clay.

My control is as strong as can be

and stable—they will make for me.

But when my support

is caught badly short

I’ll just have to ask ‘Where d’you pee?’