The dry heads of the young ones
Staring at me await the hour,
Mouths halted mid-scream

Eyes black with death

A golden lament 'neath each tongue

Adorned by sings obscure
A body of weeds 'neath each wreck
Ritually prepared and bound


In the lamp's flickering light
I stare them in the eye

Shadows dance their faces
Their gaze returns mine


Demons howling backwards
Trees move in the breeze
My mind starving for reason

When with one voice they speak