Lady in the Dark

I swear she's
Almost better

Than me

And you'll leave empty
Headed

Thirsty for rooftop aperitifs
And front pages

Those special fingers
Take the edge off
The Gaza strip
And genocide

Rest assured
The nameless woman
Without lights on

Is worth a weeks wages
And not caining beers

I've given up my shopping list
Of appauling vices

For the hands of
The lady
In the dark