I can fly
I can fuckin’ fly me
That wind is frigid cold
That wind
Freezes me marra’ to me bone
But yer bairns
Yer bairns are not your own
Yer bairns
Play alone
Where that north wind blows
Where me gas is ice
Where me laugh cracks
And opens mirrors
To tomorrow
I see me old man
Crippled from work
Fag and ales
Dig another row
Against a sky
Of pigeons
Exploding the grey light
Out of where the north wind comes
Me I can fly
Like a fucken bird I can fly
Like dreams and hopes I can fly
Like tomorra
Frozen against the sky
Me wings spread
I see me bairns
Fry their brains
On ice
And the north wind blows
Sydenham, Sydney 2011
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