I was first attracted by your scent

Your heart must be a caramelized onion

By the time I saw your flame

it was all over for you and whashisname.



I think it was Algonquin Park

It was so cold and winter-dark

A promised hibernation high

took me across the great black plate of ice.



Now Im the Islander.

I found a place to call my den

and dreamt of the Ferry and

the Enormous Man

Huge as were his children

following around after him



Im the Islander

woke up in the furtive Spring

more capable of anything



I waited for more men to come

hey docked their boats and cocked their guns

The time for truth and reconciliations gone

But with my belly full I intended to get

something done



Im the Islander

woke up in the dead of spring

more hungry than anything

Islander