The Dead - Jordan Reyne

I’ll sit here and

Wait

The quiet earth turns in its sleep

And mountains fall into the sea

There is nothing else but

Waiting

Waiting

As History shook her tired head

I spoke with a man who was already dead

Through yellow clouds of nicotine

He waved dismissive hands at me

You don’t know that you’re nothing

I don’t like words that talk of pain

And I’m really only waiting

But it feels like

Something