Cenotaph

Stop the flood of praise
 No one forgives
 In the mouth your eyes
 Reverse the spin
 Cenotaph egg shells
 Stop the flood of pain
 Climbing through the sand and crowding stares
 Soft words splash beneath whispered wings of your mind
 Cry into your arm sleeve
 Open up
 Run into this grave
 Kill the light seeping inward through sensitive eyes
 All empty graves nothing there to save
 Wide umbrellas cover cloudless comforts
 Soft words splash beneath whispered wings of your mind wants yourself to heal
 Stuck sounds sway above screaming wings
 Out of your mind
 All it wants is to cut
 Cut it all cut it all down beside the lake
 Bet it all on the shovel in your garden
 Make sure you bury deep
 Hide the sun
 Lay your head down the ground the cemetery
 Cut it all cut it all down