Burnt Year - Altar of Plagues
Beating bright and in the eye
The isles of the body
They turn
They are shaped
By the flood
The onset of a blindness
Leeched and wearied unfolding somewhere else
It is gone and the body is stood blind
Back through a dirge a remedy and a fever
Borders sketched without song
A child was buried here
Here my son was buried
And God danced around the coffin
And God danced around the coffin
And we danced with your God
And we danced with your God
And I watched my mother
I watch her body
Raped by a prophet
I watch my mother
I watch her body
I watched my son die