III. Witch Ritual

Watch the flames grow
As they claim our homes

Untie each knot
Woven in this serpentine
Of doubts and reasons not to
Drop your empty pail
Down the well
You've come to count
On in times
Of severest drought

A cough upheaved
Poured back down the well

Time returns us all to dirt
Where we reach toward the sky

Sever worn ties
Cut off the whole chase
Spiraling down this plane crash circle
Your letters penned prayers
All too late
So spiral on down that drug you circle
When your engine
Tastes those waves
You're swallowed whole into endless circles

Cough and crash

Our pilot's dead
Fasten straight ahead
At the crash
Greet the shattered glass

Please help me
Lick these wounds clean
No hope, No God
Save me

When the ground breaks you'll stop
Crashing downward
High as great pyramids and yet
The bricks tear
Lives like leaves down

In this collapse
Can we fall through the cracks?
In this collapse
Can we only lose what's lovely?

March toward the cliffs
Bound and gagged
Blind and Mute

Lay us down
Scraped clean from the marrow of your bones