Mewithoutyou

Without a queen the locust swarm
Turned the ground to black
Descending like a shadowy tower on a fish's back
And scattered the sticks who crawled
Like snakes in the sand
As the red clay took the form of a lizard
Who rushed like a moth to the flame of my open hand
(while, in my little world...)
A speckled bird humbly inspired
Ran across the road when it could have flown
And it made me smile
At the water's edge, Babylon
We laid down and slept
As the river wept for you, O'Zion!
The stones cry out
Bells shake the sky
All creation groans...
SHHHH!!!
Listen to it!
Messes of men in farmer poverty;