Their Body - Ritual Howls

They’re tired, they’re very, very tired

Eyes worn, screeching with each blink

Their mouths have spoke complete

Still the films tick and say that smoke

Doesn’t even touch them and leave

It just washes past the sandpaper lightning

That’s filter disappears

They are tired, their eyelids are swollen

They cannot tell what’s behind their body

Leaving their body when they exhale

Their lips are swollen, their lips speaks

Well of reasonable hopes

Swollen to the point of splitting

They’ve stopped running their lips hours and days ago

They are tired

They’re tired, they’re very, very tired

Eyes worn, screeching with each blink

Their mouths have spoke complete

Still the films tick and say that smoke

Doesn’t even touch as it goes in

It just washes past the sandpaper lightning

That’s filter disappears

They are tired, their eyelids are swollen

They cannot tell us what’s leaving

What’s leaving their bodies

Perhaps maybe they’re leaving the corpse

The corpse maybe is a victim of the course

The corpse so haunted and sprained

Is twisted in places

It’s not their first, it’s not ours many days