the last chantey

08/2013

"come back to me"

we mouth lifetimes apart

each in silence

together in sequence

we twist in agony

with the rhythm

of a bad dream

with the throes

of a dying planet

as the forest burns

as the dolphins die

don't cry for me

cry for the oceans

cry for the children

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

The ache in this is palpable- and carries such an eloquent mix of sorrow and beauty