Come on
This willow, this hull, this breach, these roots are mine
Sunken ships, barreling, down we go in time
Burrow deep, fallow, fine
Let the reeds, the weeds, swallow us and taste the brine
Bubbles and puddles we muddle and huddle

Past the reactions of chemicals
Silver pedestals and blooming petals of metal and bone
Of sinking and sinking and sinking like a stone
Come home, alone


Close eyes
Breathe, lungs, they swell before the collapse
Punctures and stabs, scratching the scabs
Crash, break
And turn, turn to run, the road ahead
The wars you thought you won
You run
Haunted
As the mad dogs of the past
Come catching up
Nothing ever lasts