The Kettle’s On

Cypress, lead, and elm

Your lock three feet four feet eight feet four

Anyway–have you heard the dust

Scratching your name

Whilst the birds are sweetly singing?

Suspect the stars will eat your name?

Draw jokes on doom of planets

Whilst the birds are slowly singing

Whilst you shine cats in the snow

Through my windowcrack they swirl

And the light is bright around their paws

At the rest of bed they sleep

And the light is bright around their eyes

And they soar on kitten wings lidless

And their joy is bright light in heart

Did I glimpse messiah seeking donkey?

When the knife born near my heart

Behind polite kindness king

Cain moves our jaws

Cain is tongue in our mouth

Our hands stretch link with cain's tendons

And behind the skin covering slow bones

Is the mask and mark of abel's brother

By all the rivers we shall doze

Dust storm and bone storm

Twilit skies the birds are sadly singing

For hopeless queen and hopeless king

The kettle's on and our work is done

Burn those horsies

And the flaming horsies will

Flick past your eyes

And fear God

In the house of thousand of bones

Which there a thousand witches

Know as their home

Seven gates and a thousand witches

In every nook

Lay down for your appointed time

And hear the birdsong singing

And see the birds sing

Being you to me

And sing me your name

Prophet–prophetess–

And a thousand witches

Rise for you in the red house

In the red barn they sing

And the birds are surely singing

In the night the children sing

In the market square the girl is dead

And by the fair the fair boy is dead

And the birds are slowly singing

By my head is writing

In me and through me

And in my head the plain is burning

Softly sweetly sing the birds

There's flame in the trees

And fire in the salt