Stuntwork

Your silence reminds me
Of that one winter in that book
The Great War was coming
And ice barges broke the block
When a channel freezes over but a thaw comes and with it rain
Cold slabs of the river leave devastation in their wake

I don’t think you’re like the river
Or the ruined town
You’re like the people’s minds
Branded by the sound
Of death fast approaching, now here and then gone
But you’re still looking up
Singing the magnificat

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh