Hackers: XII

XII

Your garden is lost and it’s autumn,

you’d feel guilty if you knew

The green gates are rusting like iron,

the rain filling your anaemic shoes.

I’m losing you, I’ve lost you,

forgotten your shape

 and the colour of your eyes.

You’re beyond the meadow

and the tree and the skylarks,

You’re only carbon but you’re

better than the skies.

                                                                                            Emily Ingram

                 

                                        

Inspired by ‘Young Lions’ by The Maccabees