The pitted light grazes
Drawings eyes to briefest glimpses
Beyond the sparse and umber land
Spinous peaks and torn towers
Not encumbered by firs utterance
The vertebrae rise in vivid order
Of the world from long before
A land that's wears its thread-bear shawl
When the skin is peeled
And the muscle revealed
Veinous entanglement
Pulse with percussive rhythm
We sway and teeter to its
Raw and febrile syncopation
It's allure irresistible
We are drawn up, the pipers tone
And at once the land we have known
Seems so very distant
Here at the divined line
Where forest edge is well defined
And beyond its steely realm
A place unknown to all
It holds
A quality
Diminished life and violence
Memories that have survived
In frightful clarity
The stretching sky, languor shrouds
Pulled taught toward with vigorous breath
The ruptured path; chisel hewn
Of swarming storms, exhume!
The petulant gods, unbeholden to us
Lash and lambaste
Curdled clouds, clotted fat
The jaundiced milk spills foul
Deific whims of a god who gloats
Diabolical rules that we suffer under
The petulant gods, unbeholden to us
Lash and lambaste
The petulant gods, unbeholden to us
Lash and lambaste
Held in its grasp, the consequence
I can never run away from it
My fellow Norr beseech me
They pray that I not tread beyond
But what does one gain from
Such fear that is inclined to halt
And I am gone, into the breach
Under my feet, sheen of bone
The stark sand blasted rubble
A poverty of the living
Engulfed with tumultuous grit
Where no one could possibly dwell
Behemoth shoulders
And the shadow they do bring
Draping the grey cold where
The sun is at its peak
My body strains to preserve
What little I have left
The presence of old machine
Precision cuts of industry
And the sand once molten
Now static cusps of glass
Do you still
Smile for us
Old forgiving grin?
Whilst we wade
Amongst the
Remnants of
Our malady