Swan Upon Leda

A husband waits outside A crying child pushes a child into the night She was told he would come this time Without leaving so much as a feather behind To enact, at last, the perfect plan One more sweet boy to be butchered by men The gateway to the world Was still outside of reach of him Would never belong to angels Had never belonged to men The swan upon Leda Empire upon Jerusalem A grandmother smugglin' meds Past where the god-child soldier, Setanta, stood dead Our graceful turner of heads Weaves through the checkpoints like a needle and thread Someone's frightened boy waves her on She offers a mother's smile, and soon she's gone The gateway to the world The gun in a trembling hand When nature unmakes the boundary The pillar of myth still stands The swan upon Leda Occupier upon an ancient land The gateway to the world Was still outside the reach of him Would never belong to angels Had never belonged to men