Carma
I couldn’t find my way back in the dark
the end of the road on the map ravelled west
besides evening stars of foreshortened factories
and anthracite chapels, an ugly club lamp
lost spirits of night under a penumbra
for the uphill chug of the One Ninety Four
it turned back towards nowhere same as before
some looked lost but others had forgotten
they couldn’t find their way back in the dark
I couldn’t find my way back in the dark
the rain kept bubbling up through the downpipe
with sullen black water still pouring downhill
oak leaves clogged and choked up the channels
a swine herd had fled from a flood swollen field
This could have been closer to Bancfossfelin
But it might have happened near Pontyberem
The bus eventually came to a standstill
It’s hard to find your way back in the dark
