Something Is Coming

All you fallen down spirits, come rise from your stoned over graves Come and dance to the firelight as it flickers across the walls of my cave Stone grown to bone, intone simulacra whose shadows disconnect Draw breath and draw pause to the laws of cause and effect Nothing can breathe in this air Statues of lovers whose eyes remain locked in a stare Something is coming I can smell it on the breeze Something which frightens the animal in me Shot through the heart with your poison-tipped arrows And the eyes of the eagle are fixed on the sparrow Burning the maps and connections to lands long forgot All the loose ends to be swept up and tied in a knot Oceans of causes which ripple and steadily swell All of us captured, enraptured, still under the spell Nothing can grow in this soil Earth has been salted and yet we unceasingly toil Something is coming, I can hear it in the night Stalking in the shadows with its eyes glowing bright Sewn into our comforts, we do as we please Treating the symptoms, ignoring the disease...