(i) Eyewitness



( Hammill )



Still waiting for my saviour, storms tear me limb from limb

my fingers feel like seaweed, I'm so far out I'm too far in.



On the table lies blank paper and my tower is built on stone

I only have blunt scissors I only have the bluntest home.

I've been the witness, and the seal of death

lingers in the molten wax that is my head.



I prophesy disaster and then I count the cost

I shine, but shining, dying, I know that I am almost lost.



(iii) Eyewitness



( Hammill )



No time now for contrition; the time for that's long past

The walls are thin as tissue and if I talk I'll crack the glass

So I only think on how it might have been

locked in silent monologue, in silent scream.



I'm much too tired to speak

and as the waves crash on the bleak

stones of the tower I start to fr