No love within

Take love from him

He who cannot speak

He who has no tongue

So small, so tired

Crawling in circles, safe in shadow

Covered, fed and sick

Behind a song that hangs like smoke

Sweet and choking

A black radiant hum

That drives him on and on and on

And on

Pursued

Hot breath on neck

Watched by bloody eyes unblinking

Pursued

Watched, held close, consumed

Consumed

That sacred thing made of salts and bloods and skin

Skin ripped from tender darkness

Left to dry in the midday sun, sun

Dancing on the burning winds

His howling husk dreams

Of rain

Of rain

Now up from the pit

To walk the soaking soil

His eyes lift to behold the stars

Each breath a hymn

To a world reborn

Where they yell, where they yell, we nail

Reborn