Wound

I've done everything that can be done to heal this wound

Left it on it's own for years

I've done everything that can be done to heal this wound

Left it on it's own for years

Couldn't touch it didn't pick it didn't get it wet

It didn't stop the bleeding

I bandaged it I wrapped it stitched it tourniqueted it

I held it stiff and aching in the air

Held it there til I went beserk

Didn't sleep

It didn't work

Didn't stop it weeping

And the wound is your life

And your life took on a life of it's own

Or so you foolishly thought)

And your life rolled on over me Bang-Bang like 56 train wheels

Every time I heard news of you

And the wound was in every lousy song on the radio

And the wound was in every lousy song on the radio

And the pain was like a tree-fern in the dark damp forgotten places

Darkness didn't stop her growing

New-born baby cells dividing

Curled up tight unrolling day by day

Stretching up stretching out

Forming the same identical shape

Clones There aint too much sadder than

Clones - relentlessly emerging from the hairy heart of the wound

And the fern is beautiful in it's own way

Uncurling in the dark

Beautiful with no one there to see it

As the wound weeps and aches