Rubbing

Wandering around in the wilderness, wondering when I’d fall off the edge Watching as the goat slips and trips over the ledge But besides the bloody bones, there was nothing that remained Oh…landing on a landslide, insects slip and slide Wondering around in the land of the lost, watching as the highlander Searches in vain, with a subtle psycho-pathetic black candor He seemed to have lost something at great cost, so he slaughtered a lamb And cutting up the cadaver, he took a shower in the falls Wandering around in the wilderness, through the eyes of a necromancer As he digs up the remains of a long-passed ancestor Skull, spine and hips, thigh bones and ribs were all that remained Landing on a landslide, like insects we slip and slide He crushed up the bones and mixed them with the soil left of the flesh And with his blood, and that of the lamb and of the mountain goat He was flying full of fire, spitting sparks, ever higher Spinning on the threshold of the heavenly desire As he gazes out over the grasses The stars form a picture, his light begins to flicker As he soars up over the tower Poles, charged with power And sparks like stars in showers He moves inside you, hunting you down