Kit Kelen #1219 - look down on my country

1219

look down on my country

about to vote

it is a desert empty red

frilled dune with

clouded about

raintaunts for a hat

someone has lived every inch of it

story of their skins

and me in one too

you can see where the rivers have been

I have voted already

in the sky threads to dust

I am looking down on the fleeced land

it's every way sunstruck

stroked, some might say

another drink

am I the only one drinking?

so many sleep in the face of it

not everyone can

I take the last of the day, as offered

my country is an underworld

so far till dawn now

so many things as never before

many are voting for things that were

in the hope that they might be

I am making up my mind already

now all the light gone from the sky

the mangrove can't-call-it-a-coast

but we end off the fishing night north

dark sea in the fallen stars

nothing is sudden but the way we look

we were given to understand

almost half led by the nose

to greed alone

best they can do

vote for your skins

and which one is that?

vote for belief you don't have

vote others out

lest they get in

grow old

weary

sky so soft

it covers us all now

here is our love to care

take last of all the offered day

you don't see past the world's edge

but you know it brings you round like salts

this all this is ours

last light could be first

our presence for the irony

applause for who we are

could be

bumpy upstairs

I drink the last light in

I have voted already

sometimes I'm the only one awake

to see over my country

and know there's still a chance