When i was sick, you did not once br come to my bed. You did phone though. br Concerns with money. br As always. br br Like a dead sea horse being sold as a toy br I lay there, listening. br Too expensive, a tired looking mother moaned br Just like you moaned br Too expensive. br She seemed to familiar. br br The smell of expensive after-shave br 'be back later, look after the young ones. you have my number' br Then the swirling of a black, dead jacket and long, coarsely, flowing hair on your brazen arm. br Gone. br br Too expensive you moaned. br Just like the mother moaned. br I lay there, sea horse. Dead and ready to be sold br Ready to be used. br You never once came to my bed when i was sick. br You did however, complain. br Tedious. Impudent. br Childbirth. br She did it, not you! br br Too expensive. br You phoned though, br I love you too daddy.