Life's Work -

There’s a danger in speaking up

When the powers that be find your lungs lacking

Besides, did you want to be understood?

If the time was right, bloody sure you would

But the time was wrong;

I’d a life’s work to do

After I finished that walk with you

There’s no record of your voice

I taped you at Christmas refusing your uncles a song

What they wanted was yours alone

You’ll enter eternity guarding your groans

Your bones, bones, bones are a bleak masterpiece:

Off with the camera, on with the fleece

There’s a blue swollen sea

It comes rushing for me

In the days left in balance

When you’ve left me your diaries, your daughters, your dockets

Will I set aside time for each of those?

Or wonder if Pharaohs were buried with more clothes?

A ghost with a life’s work to do:

Patrolling the body you’ll leave me to ruin

There’s a blue swollen sea

It wants you to believe

That the laws of the universe do not apply under it

It comes rushing for me.