Merge, A Vessel, A Harbour

Merge, a vessel, a harbour

A perfect union

Of gift and reception

Each an eye

On the same face

Loss and gain

Fly into the mouth of the ground

Six feet under

Thanks to some failure

Fly into the mouth of the ground

Six feet under

One for the night

One for the dark

Taste each other

For a moment, then goodbye

Hold her eyes

Share the same air

Oh lay it down

Oh lay it bare

I'm speechless

Naked as a fiery sunset

You turn, not fleeting

Destroyed not complete

A perfect cacophony

Rising like vapour

Solid and liquid

Awkward and trapping

Stolen but paid for

Legs and knees and ankles and toes

When it burns an old enemy flows

Legs and knees and ankles and toes

When it burns an old enemy flows

Gathered and strewn

From this altitude

To some other moon

Wearing false armour

And useless shields

Failed to exist

Crying out and into the streets

They are always prepared for the cries

Prepared for the worst

Crying out loud at the untold

They are transfixed but not transformed

Stop accommodating echoes

Into these hard-pressed streets

Into these well-travelled streets

Into these hard-pressed streets