When the night wrapped you up early
What was left?
Bones, shut eyes,
Your clothes, your flesh

And your words
Still caught in your throat
They missed the last train
Sank the last boat

Never made it to the island
Of crushed wood
The safety of the ink
To be understood

Your bones lie still now
In your designated spot
But your words reached the island
And they will never stop

For whatever world you’re in now
It’s not the same
As the ones on the paper
As the words in your viens

Oh you’ve been carried off by swans
Into the dusk
--But I’ve only just begun
To cling to your words