Simon Peter

Lyrics
Contagious as a yawn, denial poured over me like a soft fall fog, a pearl all swallowed by its oyster flesh, caving and being waved, feigning, boring and bored There actually was a robed commotion parading. I turned and turned away and turned. A swirl of wind pulled back my hood, a fire of coal brightened my face, and those around me whispered: You're one of them, aren't you? You smell like fish. And wine, someone else joked. That's brutal. That's cold, I said, and then they knew me by my speech. They let me stay and we told jokes like fisher- men and houseboys. We gossiped till the cock crowed, his head a small volcano raised to mock stone. Who could believe a woman's word, perfumed in death? I did. I ran and was outrun before I reached the empty tomb. I stepped inside an empty shining shell of a room, sans pearl. I walked back home alone and wept again. At dinner. His face shone like the sun. I went out into the night. I was a sailor and my father's nets were calling. It was high tide, I brought the others. Nothing, the emptiness of business, the hypnotic waves of failure. But a voice from shore, a familiar fire, and the nets were full. I wouldn't be outswum, denied this time. The coal-fire before me, the netted fish behind. I'm carried where I will not wish.
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Credits
- Writers
- John Poch