She rises early from bed
Runs to the mirror
The bruises inflicted in moments of fury


He kneels beside her once more
Whispers a promise

"Next time I'll break every bone in your body"

And the well-wishers let the devil in

And if the river ran dry they'd deny it happening

As the card players deal their hands

From the bottom of the deck
Row upon row of feudal houses blown away
Medicine for the popular complaint


When the poets dreamed of Angels
What did they see?

History lined up in a flash at their backs

When the poets dreamed of Angels

What did they see?
The bishops and knights well placed to attack