Horses In The Ground

The room it unearths

Undresses me slowly

I beg them to cut my throat

We crawl through the ground

Our bodies are worthless

The gaunt sky is treading oil

Let us dispel the question

And make him ready for its arms

The purging love

That stops the heart

Opens the cracks of my aim

Yes I’ve understood

With noose and with sickle

The beauty we saw down there

We hung from our feet

And bled into buckets

Our daughters were holding flowers

Let us dispel the question

And make him ready for its arms

The purging love

That stops the heart

Opens the cracks of my aim

I rip up the sails

From the frozen ground

We drift in damp stone

To the sound of blood

The wet mouth is black

Its whispering my name

To leap through the rain at dusk

Let us dispel the answer now

To make him ready

For the arms that break

The purging hand

That shows the way

Points to our open graves