This won’t bring our dog back.
This won’t unstitch time.
If I had a dollar now for
every time I’d hollered out your name
I’d buy us a word mine.
Our mine she’d be rubies,
but deep down you’d find pearls
‘cause underneath this cave
there are a thousand crashing waves.
One of them knows you.
When the lights went down you shone
like a mirrored train at dawn
with your back carriages closed
but your front ones
always on show.
This won’t bring our dog back
and this won’t unstitch time
but deep in side the rabbit’s heart
where all the windows blew apart
there’s someone making your diamonds.
You lay them on the foreshore
for your girl’s mother to see
thinking underneath this cave
there are a thousand crashing waves.
One of them knows me.
From the thirteenth floor at dawn
The Moon Looked On,
she looked on,
with our dog alive in our arms