The Poem

There are no islands, just refuse in their place

When they start moving, my dear

Don’t question it

Feel the swell beneath the boat,

But when the deck stills, my darling

Don’t question it

When the birds grow fins and the foxes grow gills,

my dear

Don’t question it

They’re coming to fix it, my dear… so

Don’t Question it

The sea swallowed all

Dark shadows submerged, my darling

Don’t question it

Night will fall and your mind will wander

To the world we left, the world no longer

The time will come to do your bit

Please my dear,

Don’t question it