The barn it is burning,
A world set alight,
Generations of proud men,
Disappear in the night.
A home for some old ones,
And creatures that hide,
Through a rogue cigarette dropped,
Disappears in the night.
Take flight with your sorrows,
Find another way,
Frightened wings give you power,
Disappear into day.
Your ancestor’s ruin,
A forgotten place,
Draws your eye five years later,
Disappear in that space.
Those burned planks of charcoal,
Still keep out the light,
After long years it’s still home,
Reappearing tonight.
Careful! Poeticalising is highly addictive…