LAY

That sweet factories in Shanghai
Made the clouds
Soaking pink garlands in Mumbai
And sweating crowds
That brought rains to a cold Dubai
And wrought a London goodbye

That fell like tears

Down lines of sorrow
Drowned lines of a poem writ
Ley Lines by Wayland Smith
Laying where our love forged us
In tempest and in spit
From your hollow lungs
And the bellows of our songs

Now slow the waltz
Now the shutters close
Now lay us alone