If you lose your voice

 

If you lose your voice, where does it go?

(Every night he still wakes up screaming)

If you lose your mind how will you know?

(Polish and spit, boots glassily gleaming)

If the soil is barren nothing will grow,

(Hung on the wire he’s half-gutted and screaming)

If you lose your voice where does it go?

(Can’t you see their bayonets gleaming?)

If you lose your mind how will you know?

(Can’t you hear their barrage screaming?)

If the soil is barren nothing will grow,

(A Bomber’s Moon is indifferently gleaming)

If you lose your voice where does it go?

If you lose your mind, how will you know?

 

 

 

 

                                      Kevin Patrick McCann
                                     Illustration Nick Victor


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