Nadir

London

When the Devil hires you, it’s for the Devil’s work

NADIR

In the boardroom

Fitzroy heard things a bear should never have to hear

Of dodgy moves and shenanigans, to downright cynical dirty dealing

And when they partied, he saw goings on that a bear should really never have to see

Then one day he cleared his desk

Dismissed, scapegoated, burnt out and broken on the modern banking wheel

He took Fitzroy roughly and fled the camp

Angry, hurting, used up

Discarded like the wrapping of a takeaway

Blown hither thither on London’s now alien streets

Home again

He tossed the bear with the other toys

Bits of Lego, battered soldiers, one-eyed dolls

Fitzroy, now likely to be pulled out by the ear and hurled about

The pot an ever-present danger

And from below

Rows so terrible and silences

Broken only by the volume of the television

Day and night as they struggled to find some equilibrium

Him a voyager, adventurer, modern day warrior

Savaged by the corporate beast he couldn’t tame

Reduced to this

And Fitzroy, his long-time faithful companion

Now just another cuddly toy.