The Severed Garden

Wow, I´m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain South
Cruel buindings
The servants have the power
Dog-men & their mean women
pulling poor blankets over our sailors

I´m sick of dour faces
staring at me from the TV-tower
I want roses in my garden bower, dig?
Royal babies, rubies must now replace
aborted strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal for the plant
that´s plowed

They are waiting to take us
into the severed garden
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
comes death on a strange hour?
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest
you´ve brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven´s claws

No more money,
no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems
by far the best
until it´s other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable-law

I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the Giant family