This is where the waiting stops and I
Get to move again.
Like the ribs of wrecks worn bare by sea, you will
Be forgotten.

This is where the smell of blood on the air runs like music through me
And a thousand men will meet their deaths
When I take them down
To Boer with me

I wish you wouldn't wait susannh, cos
The ships don't ever come.
Hope is something that will drive you twisted
In the end.

Now I get to take the broken stories
Of Kitcheners dead.
And mix them with the graves and names of lives
So bravely wasted.

This is where I laugh at gestures that I never understood
How could you have let the quiet sink so deeply into you?
I don't have to wave susannah, but ill smile instead.
Then Ill throw away your name and the names
Of all your kindred.