Mid Cornwall Ten Year Blues

Well, I woke up this morning

and found myself here,

woke up this morning

and found myself here,

covered in clay dust

and full of the fear.

Woke up this morning,

an Emmet like you,

woke up this morning,

an incomer too,

will never be local,

but that’s no reason

to feel blue.

Woke in my crib

with the living and dead,

woke in my crib,

not right in my head.

There’s a feeling round here

of something not said.

Woke at the first light

and knew it lives on,

woke in the first light,

as certain as dawn,

despite all the tourists,

the heartbeat lives on.

Woke up today

and went to find food,

woke up with hunger

and went to the woods,

away from the beaches,

with the poor folks

and no good.

Woke up this morning,

in fear of the sea,

woke up at dawn,

in fear of the sea,

so full of dead language

you surely can’t see.