Big News In A Little World

This flat I occupy hasn’t been this warm for weeks
And as the colour returns to everywhere, apart from these pallid cheeks
And as the cat go round my ankles, its tail, once more, is curled
It’s big news in a little world
And when the single hair, it germinates
From the very hand of nose
I, the stricken carrier
Or the only one who knows
The direction of that crooked branch
Always points and grows
Us to the graveyard