Margery

Margery I am a wanderer
The ocean is my home
In the green saltmagic of the sea, and
The mysteries of sand
There are supermarket maladies
A sickness on the hill
All the good men are in prison
There’s something wrong somewhere
Wisdom hides in bullets now
Friendship in a sneer
And I must find out why
Before I come back here
A friend is in the army now
Another is in jail
There is a blackness on the land
Nobody is well
Margery, oh Margery
Everything’s in chains
Everyone is blinded to The sanctity of change
Margery I am a wanderer
The ocean is my home
In the green saltmagic of the sea, and
The mysteries of sand