This won’t bring our dog back.   This won’t unstitch time.   If I had a dollar now for   every time I’d hollered out your name   I’d buy us a word mine.   Our mine she’d be rubies,   but deep down you’d find pearls   ‘cause underneath this cave   there are a thousand crashing waves.   One of them knows you.      When the lights went down you shone   like a mirrored train at dawn   with your back carriages closed   but your front ones   always on show.      This won’t bring our dog back   and this won’t unstitch time   but deep in side the rabbit’s heart   where all the windows blew apart   there’s someone making your diamonds.   You lay them on the foreshore   for your girl’s mother to see   thinking underneath this cave   there are a thousand crashing waves.   One of them knows me.      From the thirteenth floor at dawn   The Moon Looked On,   she looked on,   with our dog alive in our arms