Amongst the Wreckage – Written Wednesday 25th October 1995

Amongst the Wreckage

amongst the wreckage
i ask a person, who seems wise
what is love,
does it grow on trees?
they said no,
it is the tears from your eyes
that drip quickly,
to go below your knees
then they said,
i am left alone, here in the dark
it does not make any difference,
i have been here for years

amongst the wreckage
no fuselage sits belly to the ground
this is the crash site,
of human emotions
head cases are all around
amongst the wreckage
people scramble about,
some look bored
to hurt this bad is a prison in itself
they regard this a a morgue
but they are not lying in state
they are decomposing slowly
all they can do is wait





James Garratt – Wednesday 25th October 1995