Blood

This is where the waiting stops and I

Get to move again.

Like the ribs of wrecks worn bare by sea, you will

Be forgotten.

This is where the smell of blood on the air runs like music through me

And a thousand men will meet their deaths

When I take them down

To Boer with me

I wish you wouldn't wait susannh, cos

The ships don't ever come.

Hope is something that will drive you twisted

In the end.

Now I get to take the broken stories

Of Kitcheners dead.

And mix them with the graves and names of lives

So bravely wasted.

This is where I laugh at gestures that I never understood

How could you have let the quiet sink so deeply into you?

I don't have to wave susannah, but ill smile instead.

Then Ill throw away your name and the names

Of all your kindred.