Where do the angels in the cemetery lie? Street obituaries, and street angels, by and by Close the door to the concrete, and say goodbye In a hot bed of cold flesh, wrapped around stained silk And the intertwining perspired…

I have got to feeling the steam inside, so take heed Of the fiery waters that rise from the heat I refused until now to admit my defeat My own breath in my chest, down while still rising The mist…

Don’t believe in a land that hardly was Won’t ever be in the hands of the deceived Given back nothing, nothing received All is taken, not mistakenly The imperfection of what is to be I swear on this book that…