He is but a broken man,
with a watch that is still,
its face is broken,
like a damp rugged hill.
The pores surround him
and he wonders what could be,
could Sarah be alive
if he acted more quickly?
A shadow of himself,
for his new little girl,
he pulls up his socks,
and climbs out of hell.
He clubbers skulls,
bashes them in,
will he repent,
and be saved from sin?
Or IS there a god,
in that big angry sky?
If there is, honestly,
is he even a good guy?
How many loved ones
has he watched die
as this disease rips through the world
and tears up their lives?
A glimmer of hope
comes in by surprise
animals let free
as zoos are pulverised.
He watches her grin grow
and thinks "how can it be 
that she has seen more loss than me
when I'm her age, times 3"
But in this moment of darkness
she has found a light
and that giraffe she saw just now
will guide her to the light.