Monuments

Harsh  spoken  cadence  are  these  crooked  lines  we  walk  by

Yet  brilliant  beasts  of  flight

Don＇t  cease  to  line  our  roads  home

Drowned  amongst  a  sea  of  faintly  falling  ashes

We,  we  cannot,  we  cannot  came  back  here    

Speaking  through  the  slit  in  your  tongue

Crying  out  that  you  belong

Just  for  you  are  bitter  in  thought

And  you  ate  of  your  own  heart

In  gathering  the  fragments  of  the  time  we＇ve  sowed

We  never  chose  the  crops  nor  the  tares

In  burning  what＇s  left  of  every  single  field

How  could  you  ever  forget?

What  is  left  to  build  here?    

Of  which  do  first  we  destroy?    

Ancient  sullen  anger

Put  your  hands  in  earth

You  were  once  the  roots  of  something  whole

Right  there  where  you  stand;  put  your  hands  in  earth

There  is  nothing  left  to  set  us  apart.

There  can  never  be  an  end  to  all  the  graves  and  the  dust

And  we  will  never  wash  it  from  our  hands

In  carving  your  name  into  the  marble  stone

How  could  you  ever  forget?

How  could  you  ever  forget?    

We,  we  cannot,  we  cannot  came  back  here    

Speaking  through  the  slit  in  your  tongue

Crying  out  that  you  belong

Just  for  you  are  bitter  in  thought

And  you  ate  of  your  own  heart

Immensity  is  now  your  greatest  fear

As  it  calmly  tracks  your  steps

In  planting  the  seeds  along  your  very  home

How  could  you  ever  forget?

And  all  we  have  left  are  the  monuments

How  could  you  ever  forget?