The Golden Calf

As you danced around The Golden Calf, your spinning gown Showed all the hungry boys in town What they had missed They thought that you had found The echoes of that holy sound Which God had spat into the ground That he had kissed Your soul was tearing and a thread Was dragged behind you as you fled Into the shadows of the bed In which you hid And as the whispers spread Their color darkened to a red That stained all you ever said With what you did I met you one night Through a trick of the light A thousand lifetimes ago I held your face In my hands, and I traced Every line you never wanted to show Because I know We are the children that never let go We are the children that never let go As they poured across The borders of your dress, they crossed Into the layer of the frost Around your name And every one of them was lost Between the hammer and the cross That you labeled and then tossed Into the flame You know I never meant to try To teach you anything, but my Commandments smashed when I collided With your hips And who was I to dare To love you or to interfere With all the scars that you declared Across your lips I met you one day Through a crack in the pavement A thousand silences old I pulled your chest To my hand, and I pressed Every crest that was covered in snow Because I know We are the children that never let go We are the children that never let go I was forced to scavenge Through the rotting crates and salvage That was broken down and ravaged By the sea And as we stepped outside We saw the calf, and then a tide Of moonlight hit it's golden hide And it was me