By shadowing all the darkened fields
Of forgotten words and civilian lives

Through violence, through the changing guards
Through the grinding away and the furious marching

By gathering the holy light
And weathering a cast away life

And the rising fear...

The hollowness of the flags and gods
That are raised in the air in the wake of their raging...

Your skinny arms hold a lantern up
On the brightest array of the stars in their mornings

And summoning the holy light
On their citadels, the blackening sky

The collapsing sun
The burning wall that approaches our eyes...

You live again in the shuddering light
Of these images, this valediction

You´re running from a rising tide
You´re castaways