Holding his hat And ashplant stick Twisting words Around the bush It was with Great gasps of want That the devil tipped His drink to lip And washed away The circus
Written by my father, John Drudge.
When creating the accompanying artwork, I didn't want to just create a CG scene of depicting the man and his surroundings. Instead I wondered what might be going on in his mind, as he drank "and washed away, the circus".