Building a dam on the beach with my
youngest using the broken backs
of black tar and yellow sandstone cracks
And porcelain kitchen debris
And bricks branded
And struther whims and logs sighed
And he tells me,
Father, when I'm older I shall
be the king of the malls
And I'll build you a house
right here on these rocks
And we can sit and throw
stones at the gods
And watch the tide pull them away
We find a bottle and inside there
are talks of one in a million
From one mile of the coast
There's a number I could call
But I am too shallow
For the tears and confusion
That surely would follow
And it's
Father dear,
why are you leaving me here alone?
This is love, and it's all that I have
I have lived through this with you
And we shall all see it through
For it's love, and it's all I understand
And high up above there's that
one daft kestrel
We always see him, we joke,
he's been hunting
crabs
Shunting his talons on the rocks
And cursing as our jaws slacken
and follow his stuttered flight
And he rises above,
watching and hungry still
And it's,
Father dear,
why are you leaving me here alone?
This is love and it's all that I have
I have lived through this with you
And we shall all see it through
For it's love and it's all I under
stand