For You

There you are,

In pieces,

Scattered to the four winds,

Comfortable between cracks,

Lying hidden amongst treasure

and the buried bones

of the animals you loved.



You're resting awhile,

Leaning against lamposts,

Their sodium glow reflecting off

the peak of your cap,

Not waiting until it turns white,

Because you're off,

You're busy,


Now you're with your chickens,

Head turned towards us,

Unsmiling, your tired, bloodshot,

I don't care I'm wasting myself on my world eyes

dismissing our gaze;


Haven't we better things

to do.,

Like you,

Or more like what you want

to be doing yourself,

Like;


Peeking out from the crowd

that's waiting to hear you

and cheer you though

you don't listen,

because you're sound,


You're Aeolian,

And as the wind blows

through you,

And across the vast tract

of water between us,

The feathers and bottles

and skull and crossbones

and gulls and the albatross

carry you across,


In instalments.


And we love each part of you.