It came, like a flood
Since then I’ve forgotten their names
just another picture up in flames
where can where go?
is there anywhere, markless
without boot heels, pavement
Can we now thread the sea
Will you then wash it from your hands?
oh god what have we done
has our hatred left us unspun?
we cannot see the shaking earth
or the cracks beneath our feet
without the sun, we are one
another world, we’ll be born
silence is noise to some
can it be broken by men without mouths
consume it, welling tears
confronting one’s fears
is the easiest of all when, it’s
the last thing you’ll ever do
