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The children of this cold coast

Are throwing themselves off cliffs

We know that they don’t want to

But memory insists —

Memories of water

Fantasies of fins

So be off baby seal

Swim little fish…

Under mackerel sun, you’re unnatural

O how, how do they breathe?

And whales hear whales

When love comes down there

But also from miles

Hear pain and there fear

Pinned by the water pins

Stuck by the ships

Mild the bay seems

Mild in the mist…

Under mackerel sun, you’re unnatural

O how, how do they breathe?

On days when the bay breaks

And gales gut the shore

They come up from the water’s edge

And they appear young no more —

White haired, widowed, and what they would have been

Children at eternal play

Angels of the bowling green

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