Book of the Dead

And then went down the death of language

We went down full-sail with a belly full of wind

We came to the place where the thunderbird flowed backwards

And we sucked the arrow right out of the target

The ditch we dig yawns from there to here

The candle sniggers then it dies

In the sunken wreck that is my head

Span the spirits of the dead

I was up to my ears

I was right up to my ears

That's what Terry said

All the capitals burning

Down below things are churning

With a violent yell all sense erupting

I can hear the wall is crumbling

All the ghosts are looming up

"Someone's coming up" they said

The red carpet of my face

They rolled the pearls from behind my eyes

In the book of the dead

That's what Terry said

And then Terry came up

We gave him a sup from the cup

Of the blood from the sheep

In the book of the dead

That's what Terry said

We forged ahead

Chin-wagging with a headless face

A sunken singer takes flight

In the middle of a sleepless night

They'll heap my words up upon my resting place

That's what Terry said

We forged ahead

I talked with a man with honey on his tongue

I talked with a man with larceny in his heart

He said "the concrete is the acting"

He said "the abstract is that what acts

And science is a snapshot taken through a shroud of facts