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