Appendix Out
Our Sea
Our sea, deep and still tonightVolcanoes rise and ferny islands slopeDown to the sea the road is icyWe can walk to the town through the hail tonightIf we bought a house with the money she leftWhat would be embedded in the walls?Lambswool cloths and bullets of the old warBut I gave the money to rocks left by glaciersTill dawn comes with her snowploughsIt's a snowy plough which arcs above us nowSome warm back ayont strapsKeeps me demure through a Trojan GlasgowIf we bought a house with the money she leftWhat would be embedded in the walls?Lambswool cloths and bullets of the old warBut I gave the money to rocks left by glaciersAnd I threw the rest into deeper waters
From Letras Mania