Knife Life

And on the wild tongues of language
Between ageness and the end
A laugh ahead
A mile behind
The knife—the swish of time
Were we

War-looks and head-strong
Dark and half-smile
Hit by the force
Of our innocent heat

We were:
“Kingdoms and islands
Drums and hearts
Nocturnal and light”
In depths of eyes
I don’t remember crying

Oh never thinking
There was a chance
We could really cut short
Our sharp knife life

And on the wild tongues of language
We let our blood run
So fast
So red

Oh never thinking
There was a chance
We could really cut short
Our sharp knife life