St Kilda's

[smokingboot]


Let the night howl
And the wind roll over the world.
Let it peel back the houses and the lights
Let the tarmac and the cars fold away
And the rain never stop
And I will walk from here to St Kilda's
Or I will fly from here to St Kilda's
A magpie sometimes swooping down
for a kiss or tinfoil escaped from a kitchen.

Let the clock chime,let the words break
As you fall and your hand reaches
For the bannister, don't, don't.
The stairs will hurt a little.
But you can't sleep for all this clicking of bones,
Trending World War III, Taylor Swift, Ticketmaster.
The room spins like a roulette wheel
And you're the pill; the number where you land
Is anyone's guess.

Give up that shape, and let it lie
At the foot of the stairs while you
Take up new plumage, shining iridescent
In the rain. Accept your hollow bones,
The light so sharp, the battle far below
Cannot touch you, know that.
And fly to St Kilda's, up over St Kilda's
For the sky waits beyond the storm
And the sun waits beyond the sky.
And the tin foil that caught your eyes yesterday
Is the milky way between Auriga and Altair.