Look

My heart dies in a rotten stump on the beach

The waves have washed the blood into pink foam

I felt it die, somewhere in my chest, at peace

I'm standing on that beach now

I wonder who placed that television set in front of me

And I'm catching the way the wind is blowing, just over there

please tell me you've seen me standing there

I can't seem to help being somewhere else when you look

MAY 1993