In the villages there are more
Dead than are living
The careful quiet lives of the unforgiven
Secrets buried deep beneath the stones
And the bones
And the motorbikes and oil stains from
Ride-by killings
Mary's piercing gaze from the stained-
Glass window
Framed in heaven's light above the
Flickering candles
They tried to make a sanctuary here
When the slavers came
But the doors were forced, they were
Dragged away in chains
From the wild island with its god
Unforgiving
His mouth is gaping sky, broken teeth
Made of mountain
The tombs of the families layered one
Upon another
Blood feuds and accidents, sister,
Brother
Nobody's passed through these
Rusting gates for a hundred years
Or more
Where the flowers grow from solid rock
On the wild island with its god
Unforgiving
His mouth is gaping sky, broken
Teeth made of mountain
Sharp like the crushed shells strewn
Along the shore
Sharp like the knives and the wedding
Clothes
Sharp as the light pouring from the sky
Sharp as the truth when you cannot
Tell it all
The more dazzling the light, the darker
Is the shadow
You chose an overgrown path for us
To follow
It led us up and up through the
Whispering trees
But we will never find what's buried
Here
On the wild island with its god
Unforgiving
His mouth is gaping sky, black,
Broken teeth made of mountain
We take the wild roads, you and I
Gasp for breath round every corner
Here in the humming air, high
Above the blue water
Still unforgiven
We're still unforgiven