The Mortality of Doves

I. Every angel That drips From the faucet Into the sink Tumbles down the drain And deep into the ground The choirs resound in Resound in an empty room as Angels seep into the earth And no, and no one noticed this coffin heaving These earthen boards thick with deceiving And, and it swallowed Up, up the spirit In the mire of division As man, as mankind Looked on and glutted itself Upon derision trampled underfoot The seeping of the soil As man, as mankind Looked on and grumbled ever Louder with the toil of every day and every year And every century Lost, lost in thought or thought is lost On the creeping multitude of heaven They could never see, never see beyond And so there was, there was nothing beyond Beyond to see One after the next for ever and ever Stepping over the statues of gods The statues of gods lying broken Broken in the streets like tyrants Yeah II. The cynical heart too oft forgot Its blood in course of veins As circulated phantoms Phantoms drain from a spout To sink to sink And vigilance betrayed by neglect But uttered not in defiance Sleep, the uncloaked sleep of doves in mortality Drawing down the shade of years Over the monstrosity Shutting the lids And shutting the sight Bridging the break The Earth, Earth entire has become a wasteland A marsh intense, a swamp of flatland Not so flat as desolate And deep with poison and regret I cry aloud as I am pull'd beneath And a body hangs over the shower rod Like a towel left out to dry My cries are the echoes of a long-lost suicide An angel bleeding out, a dove that has died An angel bleeding out, an angel bleeding out My cries are the echoes of a long-lost suicide An angel bleeding out, a dove that has died An angel bleeding out, an angel bleeding out My cries are the echoes of a long-lost suicide An angel bleeding out, a dove that has died An angel bleeding out, an angel bleeding out My cries are the echoes of a long-lost suicide An angel bleeding out, a dove that has died An angel bleeding out, an angel bleeding out My cries are the echoes of a long-lost suicide An angel bleeding out, a dove that has died An angel bleeding out, an angel bleeding out My cries are the echoes of a long-lost suicide An angel bleeding out, a dove that has died An angel bleeding out, an angel bleeding out My cries