Vim, vigour, spit, scratch, caught, Hobbling down the stair, a crutch in one hand, the other raised like a nursing care grey bat, to hit out, to shush the doubters, close the door on disbelievers, what grim, the fury stud in the throat, half-handled trouble, An apple a day Waiting on white coats, The purple flower of a bruise Washing our sins away.