Warm Summer Sun
Mekons
The warm summer sun at the end of the day before an evening that lasts forever. Gently sleeping on the soft green grass or riaing out on a frosty morning. Happiness in the freezing breeze and later your pale hand in mine
Firelight and toast. Firelight and toast after I come home from playing cricket. Now sweeping across tne western sky. Great Furnace doors are open and light the sky like a sunset
Night and day there was trouble that the eye could almost see. In the Valleys that lay open. In the papers now recovered. Read in the bright mid-morning among the flowers under trees
The choices thatyou made are a mystery and were not yours any more. I look out on corpses, skeleton trees. An unimaginable hell in front of my eyes