Sanchez

Far across a distant plain, he remembers everything
Hollow black eyes sure at him from rows of crucifixions
Conquistadors came, stars spinning at their heels
The Spanish Madonna, only she knows how it feels in Sanchez

To the mouth of the mountain, down in the long grass
Two wolf hounds keep the gates, protectors of the masque
Murdered for resistance, burrows turned to graves
Corpses seeding furrows, salute in shallow waves
His shadow waves now

These visions of Sanchez, calling from a million dreams
A man says to listen and know what it means
A series of protections
A cockerel spins skewered to a blood stained vane
Try to make connections
A woman calls my name

When mothers go to prison, children must go hungry
In evil hour the lizard takes poison to his belly
Tops and tails, the marks of Cain
The wind remembers whispering
Cracks appearing in the sullen rock
Make a pact, make a pact, make a pact with him
There it gibbers its lipless grin
Stitched up living in a dead man's skin
He can't undo a thing
Even the rain can't cleanse him

Visions of Sanchez, calling from a million dreams
A man says to listen and know what it means
Shadows in Sanchez