The Keep

Like the whispers of the final words

That will bellow out of a loved ones heart

Or the breeze that brushes feathered shapes

In the tails of cats out in the Sun.

Just the constant ever present turn

Of the curvature that we stand upon

Or the temper frays of the hair dryers

That drone along in turn with the Universe

All I hear are the clanging chains of the carnivores caught on the scree

And the rumble of the super tankers

All blowing out noise to the distant leagues

In the rusty hollow a whale is tangled

In anchor chains that hang in the abattoir

Hear it’s lowly voice

it cries for the future;

Now!

For a future of any kind

I feel for your fingers in the dark

But I can’t see the light that lies ahead

I point a battery powered torch

But disappears into the void

I feel for your fingers in the dark

But I can’t see the light that lies ahead

I point a battery powered torch

But it’s shining into darkness

The keeper in me the keeper you

Will keep persevering until we get through to all the light that awaits the dawn

The keeper in me the keeper you

Will keep persevering until we get through to all the light that awaits the dawn

The keeper in me the keeper you

Will keep persevering until we get through to all the light that awaits the dawn