The Englishman
The Englishman left a note.
From there he was afloat.
Of all the stars he saw,
Nothing more dropped his jaw
Than the memory of a life long lived.
And a note that wondered what he did.
Love is a long song.
It will tell you when you are wrong.
So while you walk through wicked whispers
And into the right of laughter-light
Know, that a note flits through the night.
It turns out
You are your
Brother's daughter.
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