Safe Seat

He wants to laugh above landslides
While the fields flood
And the roads complain,

He wants to magnify the evermore
As raised hopes float
Briefly through darkness

And the sharpness of his soul
Bathes in trivial hindsight
And podcasts.

In this small village hall
Where for moments
You could easily feel

Like one of the last men on earth
Or a new wolf pack’s prey,

There’s a golden few seconds,
A pop stopped unreal,

Why sit and hope storms
Are the end, or the beginning
Of something concocted
By sparrows and whale song?

Why wait for the uploaded photos?

We’ve gone for the easy option,

He doesn’t need prompting,
He’s totally waterproof.

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