I've been planting the seeds Sent to scatter the spiders From unsteady feet On account of a boozetooth Breath stoked in flames Lights the long way Lights the wrong way Raw swells beat against the grey Drowning out what's to happen They've brought it here to cut off its head in front of us. It feels like it's crashing over, and we open doors to let the blood flow through Don't understand what you've seen You're all by yourself Back to where you sleep Not knowing whose rust-caked throat calls out and asks where you've been?