After the dust of the courts have settled And the nettles of the trees have fallen There will be the most brilliant blue sky A hanging sun and pure, Like the justified hanging of a murderer
The pages of history are twisted so tight That even the one's who wrote it Know not who was wrong or who was right
We search in the dark for answers Who wish not to be found
To search for these answers Is the goal for all humanity
To be human Is to Search
Our politicians though, They wear shape-shifting masks: They are our best friends They are our executioner's They are our God's until The revolution washes out the old Bringing in the new A cycle I see worn Around the desperate necks Of sheep
We burn down our buildings To repeat the process And call it progress
New names, new logos & Brand spanking new ideas
Silently praying in secret That the poison that once Circulated through those walls Will not find its way back And ******* our creation
There is a poison in everything We build
There is a thorn in every rose bush You pass in the garden
There is always a chance of rain With clouds above
There is always a chance of something Terrible to come
I hear the sirens spinning The churning of metal on metal Volcanoes erupting like They were since the dawn of time
I smell of the phosphorous plumes Of children's breath as they inhale Invisible toxins & the dead dreams Of the one's who never made it to ten
I touch the bark of nuclear redwoods Their leaves mutilated to the stem The snow stings my fingertips as I watch the a lone owl perched, Feeding for the last time
I taste the saliva of a man who has lost Everything in the blink of ten thousand eyes Drips of honey pool on my tongue From the comb of a bee that never once Had the chance to hover near the sea
I feel the vast universe & her laws Her gentle blanket of stars that flicker Like the lamps across the river of Hades, Embracing death & life As if they were Her children
I am the stars You see?
I am dust in The desert with The sun beating Down on me