15 March 2009


above the earth below the skies
between the fire in the cries
within the blood our statue lies

a gift of fire in the glass
the blood the dinner of the class
dark night the theatre of the lass

our blood the water into wine
tonight the moon above the sign
the wind between the sharpest vine

at night will turn to winter steel
when wind can turn the water wheel
our teeth are sharpened for the meal

the wind does make the fire flash
the teeth in wheels begin to clash
the fire turns the song to ash