The Southend Train Poem by Jamie Robert hill

I feel the air tonight by the Clacton sea I hear the ears of the stars bleed and sing of the departed and I fall on the crystal sand then I sleep and then I am taken to the British isles then I see sheep grazing the music I know it does it to sing then I am taken to Southend I am taken on a train by the ears of bleed singing and whistling the true birds of sweetness and I steam into the night and then I was only a melody of a cloud than I woke up on Clacton beach why am I hear in Clacton why am I here I was just in Southend and a voice says no you are on the Southend train and then I realise the melody was Southend when the train carried me here in a cloud how sweet is this Britain.