Cane Hill Songtext
von Anne Clark

Here
Upon these ghostly shadows
Of men and women
There are no smiles

Singly
They mingle
With the greyness of the walls
And at strange angles
They travel on
To nowhere

Each a nucleus
Of sadness and despair
Small
Or no conversation
Passes their cigarette-stained lips
They sit
The lonely ones


Sitting eternally
In institutions
That have become their eyes
That have become their arms
Their legs

They are empty now
Just shells moving back and forth
Upon a shore
Of some uncharted beach

Up steep green hills
They linger
Like the darkest thoughts
That push themselves
Into your mind

You cannot question them
For they will not answer you
They
Are our deepest fears.