Selkirk’s Harbour


follow me, i’ll be right behind you

I lived by Selkirk’s Harbour

Shingle singing tinny sounds

While frothy surfs abounded

Round the stars that fished the sea

Down in the drown-dead sands

That beckoned me.

I lived on Selkirk’s Island

High above the ghost below

And wandered looking blind

Among the sins that snagged me

To the tendrils of a grave

I did not know.

I lived in Selkirk’s Folly

Lonely, lusting winds blew coldly

Through the meanness of my isolation;

I found you on the Roads,

Smoking rings around

The circles of my gloom.