Step into the Traffic

No, stay.
and I have seen the most open-hearted of a generation
seek out the cold and the lonely comfort of trees,
and i know.
I have stood with prayer-clean feet in the lush and scattered litter of leaves
and I have seen what you have seen
I have looked back across the plains and out to our cities,
and seen a madness,
a seething and a meaningless branded scar-deep into the earth and thought
what the fuck are we doing?
And our histories of hurt arc out and come crashing back
And our histories of hurt arc out and come crashing back
and the tragedy of an open heart is that you must be willing to see this
to feel this hurt upon horror of hurt and sorrow, this tearing at you guts
(my people!)
and I have seen the best hearts of a generation turn their backs and walk away
feel that weight and that pain in their breast and in breaking say ‘No. No. I can’t do this any more.’
and I have seen them turn their backs on society, disappear into the mountains,
into the closing fold of trees
and leave
but stay, stay here with me
Turn back and step into the traffic
and walk this road with me.

Because our cities are collapsing,
the end and the reckoning that we set in motion
is on us now, and our people are dying
our people
that species noble, beautiful and weird
that bruised, tear-choked and lashing out in anger
the scars on yr throat
we’re such a bunch of fuck-ups, I know
but stay.
stay here with me.

because this is the path that we have chosen
chaos destroying everything that we’ve known
so let the cities collapse,
let the oceans rage, break against the walls, take everything back
our architecture is nothing but a crack-work lace of steel of sticks
teetering beams and tumbling bricks
and out of the thunder and rubble comes this
panic
endless panic
so run, human run
leave yr homes and yr fences, yr pensions and cars, they can’t save you
cos here in the midst of this fear-fuelled exodus,
every road and arterial’s filled and held in a standstill
and you can beat yr fists on the car-horn if you want
and but open the can doors and run
grab your children in one hand, you possessions in the other
and yr children’s possessions…
fuck it. leave it to the roaring rubble and the wreckage
and go!,
go leaping, jumping from roof to boot to bonnet to roof again
from roof to boot to bonnet to roof again
but you! my beautiful friend, you!
You stay with me.

turn back and step into the traffic
and walk this road with me
let it go, let the world run mad, burning cars, showers of glass, but stop and watch the gentle fall of ash
this… you open-hearted fools, is what we’re here for
and is there anything else you’d rather die for?
Stay.
and in the coming crush, when they step on us
lift them
and in the coming crush, when they step on us
lift them
lift them.
if only so that we may be shown the depths of our own glorious hearts

So turn back
Turn back and step into the traffic with me
walk this road with me.
Turn back and step into the traffic with me
walk this road with me.
Turn back and step into the traffic with me
walk this road with me.

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