I brought my fathers riches with me as I was going to buy land after the victory
But all was lost in the storm and the gold now lies at rest on the sea bed
The green reflections were fake
The long jetty was fake
But the sea that had once held my future was real
That was the only truth I knew
Everything else was untrue
I sat at the last table in the last café and drank a bottle of coke through a pale blue straw
The waitress was busy and had grown tired and at about eleven o’clock that evening she had dropped a glass which shattered rather noisily on the red and green tiles
I was asked to write its epitaph but instead chose to write my own