Sheets of zinc changing under my foot
The dreamless face of the Sun's steady acetylene
Migrant envies - watched the skies burn..

They want their dead back
My wife, my children, my home
Over the pink fires, where the natives walked
Quietly Envied, quietly Human
With sea-green eyes, with every reflection..

I'm nobody, I'm a nation - folding the sea
Telling mourners around the graveside
I loved them all, the drowned, the lonely
The sailors at Sea, dividing the absent...
On this unlucky island
We all know
Our dust is Industrial.


Gypsy