look in the mirror
see the square head
see the man
not quite dead
but getting there
look in the bin
see the rot and ruin
see the disappearing world
hear the trouble brewing
yet still there
look out the window
see them all looking in
bored with their existence
and making a din
but not understanding
look across the sea
see another land
run as fast as you can
not quite the life planned
but still breathing
look down the mines
see abandoned tools
hear ghosts of miners past
now there are new rules
but not everyone heeds them
Fraser