17 Jul 2007
An orchid blooms,
Buds can’t contain their fragrance—
It’s spilling out.

The warmest breeze,
Soft fruit it ripens:
The nectar flows.

Your locusts come and all is lost.
Your locusts come and all that’s left are empty boughs.
Your locusts come and all that’s left are empty mouths.
Your locusts come and who will feed my family now.

You’re a lightning bolt
And I’ll be the pole that sends you to the ground.
You’re an evergreen
And I’ll be the cigarette that burns you down.

The roots dig deep.
They feed upon the dark soil
That I lay down.

The brightest light
Shows the trees which way to grow—
They’re reaching up.

Your locusts come and all is lost.
Your locusts come and who will feed my family now.
Your locusts come and all that’s left are empty mouths.
Your locusts come and who will feed my family now.

You’re a lightning bolt
And I’ll be the cigarette that burns you down.
You’re an evergreen
And I’ll be the pole that sends you to the ground.