Splay Of Road - Warm Ghost

She came from Rome — she made us grow libertine settlements

The splay of road, the tooth of drone, the smudge of memory

The sharpest tongues that shave ancestral bones into the handle of

An axe we throw into Limbo to watch the dark explode

Our egos grow aquatic clones on beaches staggering

A light bestows the reef below with clues unravelling

The water spoke: there are no gods with motives hovering

Give us an axe to throw into Limbo and watch the dark explode