Greet the Groud

Light was bare across the bog as autumn air withdrew
Yarn and figbits scattered in the wind as well
The way in which the sparrows fell in to their nettle roosts
The yews pursued but could not catch their eggs

So the leaves they curled open about me like burning muscle, as I
Thought I caught a glimpse of shadows crawling over the fog
Like a quiet cankerworm sliding underneath skin
The following adage began to run around my mind -
Hell's roof is God's ground and God's ground is mine

I cast the roach I inhaled back into a passing creek
I locked into it's current, before I could find the key
They'd me stretched, frenzied, bollocksed, spasming like spastic fish
With your supper of milk and double whiskey and red, to roll my eyeballs 'round

Lain long, birdsong
Lain long, bird

He's making for the sliding dunes, he melts with the new harvest
Flocking flies approaching for his body's not yet compost
Regurgitating heather so that only muck remains
Sliding to the hills from whence he first came
The heft of a bull smothered in larvae

A lucid flight of morning rain uh rises and cries and pelts us
Rolling winds about the stables from the cobbles come
Endless ends of jarvey rope will twist like Indian weed
Whipping only wind and not a horse's smalls again
It certainly
Is a sight to see
A million hatchlings outed
Dripping from the trees amidst the smell of sizzling crust
There's not a yew in Aghadoe could catch the falling slop
It comes between the twigs to greet the ground
It comes between the twigs to greet the ground
Now I know, I know what was that sound
Made me twist my bones and turn around

Lain long, birdsong