#2172 - touch wood

 

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touch wood

unnatural disasters

 

day burns

there’s a clearing

the wind changes

 

we’re not out of the woods yet

in fact you can’t see them for the trees

or it’s the other way round

 

far crackle and snap and pop

 

day burns

and the fire is for us

 

we got used to it not being dry

thought we lived in the rain

thought the world all green

 

now it’s as if sky were falling

 

touch wood

there’s plenty just here

 

not so much in the wider world

problem’s everywhere

 

it’s personal, this doom

of all the years built till

 

there’s a corner of the head thinks

we’ll yet be saved

as if death wouldn’t come to us all

and to all things

 

to be gone is where we’re going

we’re naked at the flame

the star’s too close

too late to run

it used to be just fate

now it’s all our own work too