sometimes when i take the wrong street
(which was still the right street six years ago
and simply home before that)
sometimes then
when i pass your blocked-off door
and boarded windows
(that seem to sit lower than they used to
but you wouldn't even know that i'm getting taller)
i think maybe you did win
because maybe being alone with time to forget is a better prize
than having to hide scars and tell things to people who rarely say 'well done'
and maybe it's like when you're a child and you close your eyes and make believe that everything's gone
except that you're fifty-four and barricading a house (not a home) but i bet it's almost as good
come away
they say, they say
in a chittering of voices
to the water
youngest daughter
they laugh away your choices
then the wild,
o human child
a hand holds tight to yours
now she comes,
the water numbs
the tears were never ours
you found a boy in the ashes
and you made him a star ;
a mere pile of dust and leaden colours
but oh, how he shone
fools wish upon shining stars,
and fools fall in love ;
twice he made you for a fool
but oh, how he shone
he's a boy, just a boy
but stars have to burn to shine brighter,
and your artist heart melted
as the burning dust boy grew darker,
dry and shrivelled and harsh,
but still--
still
-- he shone
boys are cruel,
and stars even more so ;
hard and bright and so far away
lost in their own time
but oh, how they shine
and oh, how they shine
you don't learn manners at a funeral,
because who is there to thank?
and really, who is welcome?
you don't learn manners at a funeral.
you learn the metallic taste of sorries,
the shape that loss cuts in you
and the gritty feel of dirt.
you learn the size of questions,
the burden of breathing,
the sharp grip of hands upon your shoulder.
but no,
no.
you don't learn manners at a funeral.
you learn new lives;
they make you bury the old ones.
there's no one to thank.
no one is welcome.
and
god knows
we've worn out the word please already.
mama says
pull down your sleeves
they'll see, they'll see
but no-one's even looking
i say mama
tigers are proud and strong
and tigers show their stripes
so today i'm a tiger
and who says
i can't be a tiger
when razors made me fierce
and secrets kept me lonely
who says
i can't tiger-roar
when everything unsaid
ripped my throat raw
i made my stripes
with tiger-claws and tiger-teeth
so damned if i'm not a tiger
and damned if i won't roar
mama, i'm a tiger
mama, hear me roar