Tiny Ruins

Priest with Balloons

Not regular party size
Waves crash on either side
He's wearing polypropylene
Clutching at straws, holding on to string

What was he looking for - 
Truth, or was it Heaven? 
Or did he just want to go out with a bang
So to speak? 

He's put his helmet on
Steps out, floats on into the sky
Goodbye! 
It's funny, but I can understand why

I want to live where the traffic controllers are ballet dancers
And billboards painted over with colours
Where unkindness is fined in numbers of roses
And nobody feels like taking the commons
Nobody feels like taking the commons

While some were meant for sea
In tug-boats 'round the shore's knee
Milling with the sand
and always coming back to land

For others, up above
Is all they care to think of
Up there with the birds and clouds and
Words don't follow

There are times when I sit down to tea
Some well-meaning companion will ask me
How's it going with everything? 
Quite nicely, but

I want to live where the traffic controllers are ballet dancers
And billboards painted over with colours
Where unkindness is fined in numbers of roses
And nobody feels like taking the commons
Nobody feels like taking the commons
Nobody feels like taking the commons

'Though time as soldiered on
I still think upon him
Waging with the sky, he's crying Goodbye! 
What was he looking for - 
Truth, or was it Heaven? 
Or did he just want to go out with a bang
So to speak?