Harry

Harry leaves his house

And Harry steps outside

Into his yard, where a patch of land lies

Taking some seeds

Going down to the turf

Steps down and plants them in the soft earth

One month later, there’s noise from the street

Harry safe in his garden looks round and then retreats

And then he watches as the green men advance

And the seeds from the ground come up

And dance

Like flaking wallpaper, some men do not belong

Try and teach everyone their way

So much is lost, so much is gone

And Harry looks round, then moves on

At night he dreams, but to him it’s his reality

Dreaming he’s at the end of his days

He knows dying happy is doing all that you want

Not knowing how many you forgot

And sometimes in his dreams the plants grow high

Above the rough and stony ground

And Harry he can see the top, but he’s blinded by the sun

He could climb, but he wouldn’t know his way down

It’s morning now, and Harry steps outside

To the space where the seeds were put in the ground

But with all Harry’s attention, and all Harry’s care

There’s nothing, ever to be found

Harry leaves his house

And Harry steps outside

Into his yard, where a patch of land lies

Taking some seeds

Going down to the turf

Steps down and plants them in the soft earth