The Last City - Lisa Papineau

Limits of the city

Are as far as I’ll go

Fill my pockets with ashes

And then let the wind blow

The rest away

Brick by brick

Tooth by tooth

Tore it down

Stone by stone

Home welcome

Home welcome

Home welcome

Welcome home

Out to scout the far-flung

Trails long gone cold

Scattered grains have fallen

And new roots have tripped up

Abandoned roads

Brick by brick

Tooth by tooth

Bore down

And watched it fall

Home welcome

Home welcome

Home welcome

Welcome home