Red Night

Red Night


Shades of legs walking down corridors
In thunder, under the red sky after
A storm has passed on to the east.
I can see them moving to the country,
Which is now full of ground mist
And damp fingers of summer life.
These delicate limbs, engineered to
Hold such a great weight, bounce
Rhythms deep within the earth, hollow
Beats on the chambered ground. They
Call many things to life, as they have
Done with changes in themselves.
The first were light, smaller and clawed,
With spotted backs like fawns, with
Bright eyes that ringed themselves
And searched the fireless nights.
In the madness of fear, these small things
Grew stronger, faster, grew rounded hooves
To pound through the open nights,
Baring teeth and throwing power through
Muscled limbs. Wolves would fall
With legs severed at the shoulder, jaws
Shattered. Men would hang from painted
Shoulders, cooking slices of flesh beneath
Saddles as they rode, merging flesh
To hide. In certain parts of the sea,
Some fell to the gaping mouths
Of sharks, slicking the surface
Of a new blood plain, streaked toward
Dawn in its madness. Now, as I watch
Them streak toward the night woods,
I look over their backs to see the
Vapor stained shapes of old lives,
Tragically articulated in the lines
Of still-living forms.


One screams out, holding
Its long jaws oddly apart, looking
Anywhere but where I stand.
Its leg is tangled in a bundle of wire,
Rusted and matted with leaves,
Impossibly complicated, digging
Blood from the bony shin, pale
With the dust of the passing herd.


In this dream I pull madly at
The bundle, with my own
Arms now impossibly tangled in the
Rusted mass, trampled and dragged
Without pain, somehow rising and
Falling with the staggering gait
Of the condemned.


Now it screams and twists
In the air, head down, biting
The metal like a dog, tearing itself
Apart, its whale eye glowing
With the reflected sunset.


The metal bundle is now a flame,
Darkness surrounds the circle
Of redness, blood on the ground,
The animal now dropped to its knees,
Still screaming, wheezing, weakening,
And I have disappeared into the flame.


In this dream I feel the ground shake
Once more. I feel the coming of another
Passing herd, and watch as they trample
The place of struggle. Each is all, and
They move as birds wheeling in the sky.
When they have passed, there are only
Embers left on the ground.

In April, for my Old Lady

In April, for my old lady:


Your old bones are showing,
As you jingle and clatter. You
Are thirsty every hour, no food
Is enough. Once I prayed for
Your long life.


It was given


And I prayed for you to
Return to me.


And you came back.


You ran sleek in summer,
With long deer legs, not
Strong. Your eyes shone
In connection, as earth flew
Behind you.


Once, a wolf dug a hole
In your side.


It was sewn.


You walked with horses,
Bared your teeth.


Now,


Your old bones are telling
Me that I might be the one
Who sees you out.

Now I pray that I will find
You silent, still, curled
On the old towel you prefer to
A bed.


I will hang your tag on my wall,
Wrap you in cloth,
Offer food for your journey,
Spread flowers over you,
Cover you with earth,
Leave you in an old place
I can always find.

Dreams in Spring

Dreams in Spring


The eye sees each new growth
Separate from the old,


As if living things are new miracles.
Even with the knowledge of


Decades, longer, there is something
In men forgetful and unforgivable.


As the first greens appear, and thoughts
Turn to years reeling in consciousness,


Lifetimes fisheyed and colored in the
Surreal breath of lapsing days;


It is not enough to only see. To remember
Is to connect these things as they are.


It is to sacrifice the hollow comfort
Of memory, to understand that


The past is a shifting thing, false
And corrupting. Wakeful


Eyes see the new life of spring as
An uncertain upward reaching,


The hope of the dead, their claim
To this world, far beyond our


Modern sight. As stars shine their
Dead light through darkness,


Our momentary flashes are seen
Only in part. Other eyes watch


From more solid ground, dropped
Suddenly and impartially from


Dreamlife. They see us as we are,
Their own cells and life parts


Reborn ever as children in this world,
Never seeing. I would like to think


That they guide us, and perhaps they
Do: Mothers come in dreams,


Walking down a familiar hill, aged
As if the body had never died.


A brother walking in the dusk,
To the window of his dreamlife


Sister, reaching to lay a hand on the back
Wall of the house that once held him.


Perhaps they are saying: Rest your poor
Bodies, for you will no longer need it


Once you are like me.
There is no time anymore, only days.


There is no past anymore, only sight.
Only now, never then.

The Earth in One Cell

How I been left in the sun,
Longer I lust for the cold,
How long I've crept on my knees,
Cut my hands to the bone,

One cell divide,
Live three times,
And cut for the heart of the sun.
Bad luck cutting its bones
On solid ground

And never fall out.

Ever I left with the dawn,
And ever I crept on the wind,
Earth is too big now to hold me,
You'll never lose bad luck again.

One cell divide,
Live three times,
And cut for the heart of the sun.
Bad luck cutting its bones
On solid ground,

And never fall out.


It's been too long,
Will I ever fade out with the sun?
Bad heart yearns,
Feel its blood burn,
You'll never leave bad luck alone.

One cell divide,
Live three times,
And cut for the heart of the sun.
Bad luck cutting its bones
On solid ground,

And never fall out.

Eat The Low Dogs

We cut through blood in the light of all time - In the shadow of god we are ruin sight - I 
hear a savage throat, will claim my soul. An ancient fire, cook my bones. Where is your 
fear? Where does it hide? A mark on your soul, for all time -  We have slept and cut 
through blood - Sickness, black as coal. We rise with dogs and follow darkness where it 
goes. We are one and war is god, and bodies reek in our wake. It's hard to believe, 
question your faith. Submit and make it change. Say sister I hope you can find our way. 
There is no new sun on the rise, and there is blood darkness in your eyes. And your empty 
mouth swallows my sight. I have taught you how to fear. You'll be consumed within my 
shadow, for I live in the mouths of worms. With fang and claw. My mind is gone. I eat the 
low dogs, can't stay strong. You don't question my existence, but you can't trace my form. 
I am older than your body, I am older than your soul. I'm in the ground, and I have 
scorched this earth. I have taught you how to fear. I have taught you how to fear. And I 
don't ever change. I can fly on the wings of a robin. I can slink like a low dog. I have 
taught you how to fear. With fang and claw, I lie deep beneath the water, reach up and 
snatch your soul. I have taught you how to fear. You walk with fire, stand naked in the 
sun. In the morning light few men can see your wickedness revealed, one shape and form. 
Withering flesh. With fang and claw. I feed. You say you speak for god, understand its 
power. You lie. You lie. One judge of man, one crumb of earth devour. Countless men, 
returned to dust, in that awful darkness that you even fear. Paranoia - Indecision - Black 
Lung - Control, control. A dark sun rise on a lamp black sign. A low dog crawl like the 
black on my soul. With the dark sun, I'll be leaving. A world without end, in my bitter 
mind. I pray to the sky - I pray to the sky.

Run Thick in the Night

Run Thick In The Night



 - In The Night

Mirror glass,
Stars they fall.
Seeds of fire,
Blind and bright.
Strange alike, to one another.
And are legion in the night

Strange and Still

She has killed the stars, and confused our eyes.


 -  Wolf on Anareta,
Cry the distant stars
Seed so old and forming, dying ancient light
Wolf on Anareta, destroyer of all kinds
Whatever cloak to guard them, whatever hand to bind.


When I recover, I will build a weapon
Erase your mark from man
Wolf on Anareta, destroyer of all kinds
Whatever cloak to guard them, whatever hand to bind.



Who seeks your counsel?
Are they listening now?
So alike my enemies
And will cut your throats in kind
Wolf on Anareta, destroyer of all kinds
Whatever cloak to guard them, whatever hand to bind.



I hear a savage throat, lay claim my soul
And an ancient fire,
Cook my bones
Wolf on Anareta, destroyer of all kinds
Whatever cloak to guard them, whatever hand to bind.

 - I know your face,
Your seasons
In green shadow, high mountains
Evermore, I am your body
Evermore, in flesh and bone
A skin that will peel back from nothing
A specter, and it is willing,
When the light, it falls
It sounds, a call
In its reaches, Fire is sleeping

 - Fonta Flora lies beneath

The dark waters

Watching people pass above

As they sink, lifeless,

To lie with the long dead

Left behind, unmarked

Pushing the ripples upward

 - Ephraim in the Stars

As we are minds
As wee see cold
Feel the moonlight, shift and move
And see our fears
In the dark and narrow
In barren circles,
Light in our way

Oh, the deepest darkness
Oh, the silver moon
Ephraim in the Stars
Lord, suzerain


At night she walks
The deepest dark
The wild mountains, and fiery stars
And she is fearful
In the dark and narrow
And it is a terrible thing to be lost

Oh, the deepest darkness
Oh, the silver moon
Ephraim in the Stars
Lord, suzerain



As we have eyes
And light in our way
There are things that hate to be seen
Belly of a whale,
Light over the mountain,
Eye up in the heaven,
Wheel inside a wheel

Oh, the deepest darkness
Oh, the silver moon
Ephraim in the Stars
Lord, suzerain



Who spreads her fingers
In lunar angles
Whose belly holds the silvery seas
Whose ears are buried
Whose mouth is vapor
Whose eyes are cancer
Whose voice is unclear

Oh, the deepest darkness
Oh, the silver moon
Ephraim in the Stars
Lord, suzerain

This song was written

Before The Leonids

Circled to our lifetime

Showering bursts of light

Down to earth

Pulsing 

Through the night 

 - Suzerain


Attack in swarm
Run Thick in the Night
We are of blood, a rain that is blind
A legion of souls, and feed on every surface
A fog that tastes like Iron
Run Thick in the Night


When we reach the sun,
Into vapor we must form our waking eyes
To look upon the moon and stars,
Swallow up what is left in darkness,
Suzerain


Goes to show, what is known
To feel a certain simple shame
We stand on a dark hill,
obscured
and unseen
We reach
To the abyss
Forever


When we reach the sun, Into vapor we must form our iron hands
To swallow up the moon and stars, look upon what is left in darkness

Suzerain

 -  Maran

Far away from your cold twisted reach
Living under your black could of sleep
And always one eye behind, far away from your shadow
Away from your cold twisted reach
And your black cloud of sleep
And the venom you spit through your teeth
And your tainted breath

"The piping of the quena...

flutes made from human bones"

 - McCarthy

 - Deep Green
Beneath the trees
The wind it feels
The air,
the stars
And breathe its skin
Fade in the sun, thick in the night
The lights to fade
And wane and shift
The air,
the stars
And breathe its skin
Fade in the sun, thick in the night


 - The Devil’s Flower in Mother Winter

The Devil seed
Was sowed and born
Far across the stream
Neath the weeds and thorns
It could find no shelter
It could find no home
Neath the yellow moon, or the golden sun


Smell the blood
On the devil flower
Brings and evil moon
And evil power
If it should live, where would it grow
Neath the golden sun, the winter snow


Born again, dark November
Feel the chill, come late December
Our mother winter
Shines her soul
In the moon, when it’s dark and cold

Mirror glass,

Stars they fall…

 - The Moon in Flesh and Bone

In know your face
I know your seasons
In green shadows, and high mountains
Evermore, I am your body
Evermore
In flesh
And bone


A skin that will peel back from nothing
A specter
And it is willing
When the light, it fall
A sound
A call
In its reaches, fire is sleeping


God and devils
Piss and venom
In time, you reap them
You suffer
Grit your teeth
And take your poison
Leave your body
                           It
                               Is
                                 Ruin.

I Envy Them In Their Spirals

I Envy Them In Their Spirals

I envy them in their spirals
To view the world as they see it
If not pleasing, at least wide
As they tilt themselves inward
In ever-closing arcs
They bend toward earth
Some long highway in the hot afternoon
Draws them
Where life has been given up
Or taken by these alien predators
That take nothing from the carcass


I read somewhere
That there are more of them now than ever before


Those who watch them
Come down to feed
Many times – for there is always plenty
So they descend
And totter toward dead things
And feed
With their obscene heads that dig and jerk
And beaks that tear like primitive knives
And leave only bones at their slow, final ascent


A woman who captured pandas once told me
That there are some people
In distant regions of China
Or Tibet
That leave their dead for them
Willingly,
In a holy place
So they may rise quickly
With them
In ever-widening arcs
Past our knowing.