Weathervane - Mary McBride

Reckless spin of a weathervane

Dry dust stall selling sugarcane

Picture so blurry it can t be framed

Heart so full it can t feel pain

Shifty pair of eyes at ambush hour

19 volts of water rushing power

Tunnel underneath a leaning tower

Hand grenades disguised by flowers

Burning with heat, hoping for rain

Red-eyed demons, deep in the grain

Speeding both ways, just one lane

Fingers are moving faster than the brain

Reddish gold haze, lightning streaks

Have another round cause we can t think

Bigger than any old day to day thing

Please don t wake us from this last dream

Red moon shining through the trees

Late night pacing, buzzing like bees

Two non-believers down on our knees

Just give us one night, one for free

Slow down, dead end

Barely get started fore we shut down again

Slow down, count to ten

Everything s fine till we go round the bend