What I’d give to be with you
In Paris, 1921
Before the Nazis came along
Before my bones grew weak and old
I could call up my big brother
And fantasize about the life ahead of me
Where I meet you by the fountain
Near the Arc de Triomphe
Melting in a slowly setting sun
In Paris, 1921

Instead I sit and wait on you
In Cardiff, 1954
Counting splinters by the shiver
Live-rotting in march to decay
Still I search for the evidence
The stars in the sky died a decade ago
And took the Father with them
Leaving half of us in shame
So I curse an emptied hollow world
In Cardiff, 1954

The view is nice from my hotel
In London, 1981
Wilted and tethered away
My bones a rotten ogre
I can look out from my window
At the dying English light on a sultry winter
Wondering where the widows go
And if they can sleep at night
Chasing down a ghost I can’t outrun
In London, 1981