Bend back the branches The covenant cut Will you be eaten or will You you hide in the glut

Go and hear rumours Insidious lies When every tree leaves then who will Maintain their cries

Make time for meditation Midnight's soon Money is spreading like mucus From root to the moon

Rusted trowel in the ground Baked by the sun Surprising has long been suspended It never was fun

Thickening leaf litter piles up Topple and torch Unspoken things will be uttered Get off my porch

Wandering into a screening A zeppelin on fire Projectionist please press your button; The seats are live wired