massacre

 Fishy

Fishy

Shelly shell she’ll
                      Say
 
When this time suits

Her,
 
So we wait
 
       &
 
So we wait,
                   As the

Mists drain away,
 
We sit watching the dead men
 
           On
 
The living heathers &
 
      Wild grasses     (die)
 
Our fogg has cleared
                  
                        Revealing a massacre,

Oyster shells & swords
 
Bullets and bayonettes,
 
And
 
Then
 
You,
     
         We wait for you