Life As We Know It

A road in an island
passing a line of cliffs
Turning to the other side of the hills
No sign
No warning
In front of the sea
Just where you can sit and watch sunsets
Swinging your feet down the crest
Over the marine wild
Your surprise unexpressed

The last feet of the road is almost untouched
No trace of wheels or shoes
You have no clues
Some smashed pieces of mirror
A few Betonies
And lots of raspberry blossoms
If you notice you will hear
They are laughing
Some flying possums

Coming through the road
Ready to turn
We had hands on roles no control over dying
Smile on lips and crying

Then we turned to dust and dirt
Something the island never felt.

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