At Junkers  yard
Aurolia and Olivia
those fallen ladies smoke their  last ***
with dropping  mouths they've tasted yesterday today
before taking to bed and resting.
Elsewhere the enamoured  trod wistfully
already their  regrets  had hit rock bottom
their wives until then convenient gaps of  memory.
Decembers  winds  took records
the  local press were having a field day
recording the gaps in descent
of past union.