Burnt Year - Altar of Plagues

Beating bright and in the eye

The isles of the body they turn

They are shaped by the flood

The onset of a blindness

Leeched and wearied

Unfolding somewhere else

It is gone and the body is stood blind

Back through a dirge, a remedy and a fever

Borders sketched without song

A child was buried here

Here my son was buried

And God danced around the coffin

And we danced with your God

And I watched my mother’s body

Raped by a prophet

I watched my son die