Amen
David Brown
It was his chance to get his head together,
man
Between France and the Netherlands
But hiding out with Europeans
Did not deter his dogged demons
While he was ostensibly meditating
Back Home a .38 was waiting
Easy to rend
Not so easy to mend
Amen
A father's love - he rarely showed it
His boat was so often overloaded
Then he sailed to Antarctica
Away from them and apart from her
And like the ship inside the bottle
And followed him to the very bottom
It's all foretold
in the genetic code
The father
The son
And the holy boat
It wasn't really what they meant
But they stepped in your wet cement
Footprints in the fossil record
A distant but persistent echo
Around in your head forever and ever
Like the last track on Sergeant Pepper
Easy to rend
Not so easy to mend
Amen |