The bottom fell out,
And you fell out of your own life.
This morning you put on your socks,
And you had no idea.

The alarm blares and we brutalise,
We crush and stab and shock,
And I watch you from behind the throng.
But you had no idea.

You arrested on the floor,
And I’m arrested by the sight
Of your now bare foot, the mundanity of it,
But you had no idea.