Drunkship of Lanterns

You've got the lot to burn A shelf of pig-smothered cries Is there a spirit that spits Upon the exit of signs? Is anybody there? (Spines in a row) These steps keep on growing long (spined as an arrow) Bayonet trials rust propellers await No Nobody is heard Rowing sheep smiles for the dead Nobody is heard An antiquated home Afloat with engines on mute Sui generis ship spined around the yard Is anybody there? (Spines in a row) These craft only multiply (spined as an arrow) At the nape of ruins rust propellers await No Nobody is heard Compass wilting in the wind Nobody is heard Rowing sheep smile for the dead Transoceanic depth in this earth In this cenotaph Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll You've got the lot to burn A shelf of pig-smothered cries Is there a spirit that spits Upon the exit of signs? Is anybody there (spines in a row) These steps keep on growing long (spined as an arrow) Bayonet trials rust propellers await No Nobody is heard Compass wilting in the wind Nobody is heard Rowing sheep smile for the dead Transoceanic depth in this earth In this cenotaph Carpal jets Hit the ground Carpal jets Hit the ground Carpal jets Hit the ground Carpal jets Hit the ground Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking Counting the toll Counting the toll