Billy was a car crash — all he ever knew was pain. Lived a
Milli-milli-milli-second; he was never born again. Though no-one saw him
Coming, plenty witnessed his remains — they laid a wreath yet they never
Knew him…Me? I’m just the rain that laid poor Billy to eternal rest,
Eternal rust. I covered up and waited for the others. They all have
Names…
Red Harry was a bright young spark that flew and burned old London Town
In ’66. He flew to bits. He tore it down (bubonic bliss!) And me? I’m just
The kiss our maker blew to put him out. Eternal rest. Eternal rust. To dust,
To ash. I cover up and wait for all the others. We all have names…
Georgie was cut on Hitler’s knee. He ran for weeks, turned shades
Of green… They kidnapped me and made him clean… On Winter nights, I
Still hear him scream. I cover up and try to sleep. I wait for all the
Others. Jane? Her mother was a hurricane who swept the plains and sneezed
Away a continent with me (the sea). The team that made a myth by hiding
It. Became a hit on Broadway but it wasn’t quite the same — they FORGOT
Our names. We ALL have names.