the gray caps

The Church

Do you think she can see us from in there?
Naw-she s busy.
She s deep in thought
she is-but what could she be thinking about?

How long s she been in there?
Seven days. I bring her food and drink
I take it out again. She s got enough paper in there
to last another week.

Wasn t her brother the mad historian who went digging
into the secrets of the gray caps?
Didn t he go under the city?
He s there now, some say, along with the snails
and the cursed gray caps.
What s she do then?

What could she be typing so furiously?
The story of your life. A history of pubs and bars
How should I know.
Whatever it is, it must be important. To her.
Funny. That typewriter s like an echo
It falls away when we stop talking.
Yes, yes it does! Do you think she s... ?
Naw-I must be wrong
Hasn t got anything to do with us
Hasn t got anything to do with us.