We threw the ancient coins high, twisting
back upon themselves, scattering flies from fallen
festering leaves.
‘We will cut the Devil’s throat, we will cut it for a groat or
even a tuppeny bit’.
We, the Serpent’s copper,
Grubbing worms, our ritual of predation.
For hours we watched, the branches writhed o’erhead,
Transformed to shimmers, light and wind conspired,
No more nor less corporeal than shadowed
Tales we knew.
Then, with the shadowing of the sun
Came darkness, brimming, bringing fear to life,
Like ragged black crows’ voices in the brume.
And in the deepening black glowed Baily’s beads
Igniting raindrops, little pearls of fire
That singed our flesh and cleared our thoughts
For darkened learnings of discovery.
And in those woods we swallowed the horrid toad,
Becoming echoes of a boundless place.
The blade is long, the blade is thin, the blade
Could do most anything - if only blades
Felt obligation
But boys, once echoes
Of a time when sound was spectral substance,
Now only wisps caught in the roar of wind.
The Devil’s throat is bloodless, deepest black embraced.
We shivered, shadows forming deep in depthless shadows;
Our fear rose up, a pulse through trees, the vanished moon.
We watched as adults through our childish eyes
The ghostly beauty of forgotten day.
credits
from The Lark at Heavens Gate,
released February 2, 2016
Music : Kenny Mitchell
Lyrics and Vocal : Paul Foy
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