Under the lip of land Underground tongues lie for you From its arid breath The fetid air seals the doors behind The lamp swallowed the dark The shadows mutiny Now swaying by the signs on the roadside See through the fibres The dance of love and fear entwined On the face of the veil And the emptiness beyond Among the proud ruins Spreading out their limbs Grass growing from the inbred gardens grin
roadside, fibre, inbred, arid, mutiny