My Santiago

Blackbirds fall...

I struggle out of bed, Fearful of the day ahead, And the anaemic winter light leaking through the rent curtain,

Reminds me again of my failed love.

And now, to me, The sea breaks angry on the jagged rocks of my despair, And blackbirds fall In full flight, Out of the toxic sky. And yet whilst I can’t help but love you, in my empty world, The people still walk the streets,

The barber shops open, The steam ships hoot, And markets sell fish, Fresh, caught that morning,