There's A Storm Coming - Everyone Get Outside

Sightless eyes

Staring mystified

At some invisible manifestation

They sat

On a sea wall

Their backs to the Ferris wheels

That turned depressingly

Broken lights

Twinkling with a rankled gaiety

 

Above

Black skies

Of wandering cloud

Hung persistently

Threatening hurricanes

 

But they just sat

Drinking from their cans of stale warm beer

Remembering the merriment

They partook of

Back when they had optimism

And money

Back when they had eyes

 

The waves beat unremittingly

About their ankles

Carrying off more than one

Battered shoe

To a sodden grave

 

While the wind

Blew back their greasy locks

Bearing away a tattered trilby

 

And still they sat

Faces to the weather

Beer dribbling down into greying beards

From bottles

Tipped up against chapped lips

 

Assiduous grins

Bared against the endless battering

 

There’s a storm coming

Someone leaving the Ferris wheel

Needlessly remarks

 

Everyone get outside

 

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[Eira Anchor]

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