To Where You Were Going
What sweet words can you sing to the word tonight? What hymn to the thieving boys will make them feel? A matter of ability that you ricocheted off the past And none of us saw you close your hand in the dark Will you try to hurt the darkness that closes around the strangeness? A mutation around the ground that keeps us standing Although all our names are written on the list that is pinned to the door And we see someone has drawn the curtains closed The drums are all beaten hard and the drums are all beaten rough As the boys all walk down the side with no chance of stopping The gate swings wide, the gate swings open And plans go awry, plans all back fire Dangerous words are spoken, rearranged, buried and put to sea The wind rips the sails and the destiny has no control, it takes no notice All the flowers are put in water and colouring The result of a genius plan owned by the writer and his lover We listen to the witnesses words, the same words as the poem In a voice s...