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...