Dolan's Sheds

I walk along the closed line
I see old Dolan's Sheds
The coal floor like cracked pepper
The torn canvas bed

And this is where I saw her last
I lost her on the platform
And this is where I had her last
Our bodies broke in the storm

The radios all died at night
Down to our last bread
We walked the roads in our parents clothes
We made for Dolan's Sheds

And this is where I saw her last
I lost her on the platform
And this is where I had her last
Our bodies broke apart in the storm

© John Rogers 2009