Knock knock

No chance
I last saw you coming
like some terrifying Kali
in the street, moving
in medicated side-effects.
The madness flaring in you
froze me, otherwise
I might have run;
Months later,
when I heard you were dead,
I saw you all at once
weak and harmless
as a November wasp,
frailty giant-shadowed
on a bright pane
by a winter sun.
Sam Willetts