William Doyle
Backward Siren Song
the sound we used to make was skin and bonesour very self indulgent dronebut have things changed that much today?well, it's too far for me to sayour necks still strained from heavy headswe used to shoulder round the woodsand though that air was never freshwe soldiered on like blood and fleshand it softened the blow to our headsbut we find ourselves at end after endand when the fabric starts to fraywe would return on other daysand we were born once againskin on skin and arm to armit's bound to crash but don't be alarmedthe lake remains a stable floorand it is just outside our doorsso we're not lonely anymorelonely like we were before
From Letras Mania