We were spending the last night in our cottage

As it was due to be repossessed

I looked out of the window from our love bed

And could see the clumsy movements

Of the malignant bailiffs

As they tried to hide amongst the tired autumn trees

I looked at your fragile naked breasts

Deep in their dreams

And began to arm the black angels

Who I had summoned to help us

Dressed in their dread fatigues

They left our cottage and began the extermination process

I returned to our soft bed and lay on your bare shoulder

You awoke and said that we should leave quite soon

I said that there was no need to as the cottage was now ours