By The Jam

A mirror cracks along a predetermined pattern

It reflects only in x-ray

Follow the scent of salt through the doorway, out the window. Follow it east.

Past the trucks, over the precinct, just outside the old hospital.

Make a right and follow the street signs until they turn blue and lose their letters.

Turn back east and keep following, go until numbers go dull and the sky vanishes.

There is a home, but it’s not yours anymore, what are you doing, the sea is gone.