“Under the soil, there’s something there
And In the water, there’s something,
An oil slick, or something, but watch close
Coz it’s quick and it slips down the river and suddenly it’s not our problem, so peel those eyes,
Something happened, I’m just not sure what –
But I’ve seen something from a different time,
Just in bits, never all together
Never all at once, but I’ve noticed,
(And I’d never lie)
One day, my dad said, when he was burying Grandad’s dog – you know Toby,
Poor lad, well he was moving back the soil,
And he told me, he said he saw a glint,
And it reminded him of a different time, in his youth,
But he was scared so he covered it over.
But I remember how he looked, when he let it out of his mouth and into my ear,
When I was privvy to the confession that he witnessed it.
So maybe, I’m thinking, we should go to the creek,
Where no one can see, and just dig around a bit.
It can be our coming of age story, we can tell our kids about it and one day maybe they’ll investigate, but they’ll have our added knowledge,
We can help them, even if we’re dead,
With a secret clue, that other parents were too scared to look into when they were younger.”