To India

Stuart, let's go to India
together
It would probably kill us
or at least the relationship
All that fathering
all that brothering
when your father's missing
and my brother is as well

But there's dusty roads there
and dusty souls
looking from behind dark eyes
on trains with chickens
and I am chicken too
but not too much to go
Running ahead of the dust
ahead of the monsoon

My camera needs the lines in faces
a thousand years
of lines in faces
A treeless sub-continent
except for the forests
And men who know the crack in the earth
will never close
Let's go to India, my friend