8. The cliff behind the hill

I walk along a trail of bones of mice and stones and broken figures

Of a wedding cake with the dancing couple hiding rusty blades

To slash their throats like holes in boats

With water singing “hey you’re sinking”

And the horns of thousand churches singing little happy songs

I walk along a landmine bomb ground with my daughter in one hand

And with a hatchet in the other for whatever mean may come

And once again those chimes and bells and navy shells announcing changes

Will I ever lay in my fucking head on bed and try to sleep

Oh lord I know you’re not there

As the rain won’t fall and the stars won’t shine and the moon won’t glow tonight

Will I walk along this trail of nonsense for a while

Or for a lifetime

For a lifetime

For a lifetime