In The Heart Of The Wood And What I Found There

In the heart of the wood 

In the closed forest 

Christ appeared to me 

In several forms 

One two three four 

Swastika I'm told 

On the Cliffs of Moher 

I walk with Mary 

Behind the eyes 

Of his innocence or guile 

The young old man talks 

Of the brittle walls 

That kept his son 

Pinionned pinionned pinnioned 

Mary walks on the Cliffs 

But not on water 



Then Christ appeared as wind 

Mary runs down from the highwalls 

Christ appears as flowers 

Down longpath she walks 

Christ appears as the rubble 

That holds the stones 

That holds the paths 

That holds the feet 

To the bones of the earth 

If she wakes 

Oh if she wakes 

Christ manifests slowly 

As the dust on her eyes 

Before she falls again 

Into fields of sleep 

(I would like this anger to dissolve) 



And I wait for another 

Revolution or revelation 

It doesn't too much matter 

If I see blood in wheals 

"All shall be well" she said 

But not for me 

Not for me 

The skeleton of the universe 

Barbed wire of blues and stars 

Remains unmoved 

When the mother ocean covers me 

I rush to drown 

With her breakers 



"All shall be well" she said 

She said 

"All shall be well" 

But not for me 

But not for me