we put all our eggs
in a single basket
and cast our lot
with the viral load
but there’s nowhere
to run in the great pandemic
nothing to do but hunker low
some say we’re judged by God
or that nature has rejected us
we sift for patterns
in the random chaos
and set to sea in thin rafts
woven together by promises
launched onto turbulent waters
more in hope than expectation
poor boy’s all fucked up
he has a runny nose
he got hit in the face
with a horseshoe bat
but went undiagnosed
they called for isolation
but he was last to know
he only picks up static
on his clockwork radio
the devil stole his breath
but no one gave a shit
until they’d tasted death
and everyone was sick
these are the days
of weary obedience
to the fearful edicts
of frightened men
we are yet savages
beneath our surfaces
and we hunger still
for reassurances
beyond our borders
so sit yourself down
to take sustenance
at your father’s table
take what you will
from what’s offered
not by violence
but through love
and the good grace
of your lesser demons
the aching hours
drone into eternity
and we are alone
inside closed eyes
within our memories
our pain has no past
our pain has no future
our pain has only now
in days without end
I caught a glimpse
of tumultuous change
and heard the song of ages
ringing out like a bell
welcome to the new cycle
an electro magnetic reality
history is now irrelevant
all things must pass eventually
this world is transformed forever
the future is being forged in fire
give me shelter
from the tempest
feed me now
and evermore
I will be your
power and glory
your touching stone
and favoured whore
they’ll call us demons
when they tell our story
but we have the juice
that transcends all sin
I got my hands
on the keys to heaven
just open the door
and let me in
