Spirit like a spirit like a memory walking
Flicker like a flicker like a signal broken
Cut you from the cut you from the earth that binds you
Strung like a martyr on the web and wire
Static on the line on the line on the line
Stirring in the stirring in the stirring in the halflight
Blind the dismalled eyes that hold too much
Do not belong and do not touch
For this ghost is gone again
But memory still remains
Sleeping deep beneath the soil
In humid coil
We are falling open
This ghost is broken
The hum of the grid of the grid of the grid
Drowning out the words of the indignant dead
Radio radio amnesia
Smell of ozone transmission lost
So this ghost is gone again
Brittle wings of memoried things
Drowse and heave of hive and drone
The sigh of un-alone
We are falling open
This ghost is broken
The numberlight the chemic glow the pilgrim red
Don't you call it murder they're already dead
How did it go? what were the last words they said?
Something about the poison of a mother's milk
We are falling open
This ghost is broken
