The Granite Gaze

Are we the ones

Left behind

By those who weave

Cords that bind?

They draw the marrow

From our very bones

And we in turn

Turn on our own

Stood in line

In horsehair shirts

We queued up

To eat the dirt

We traded lumps

On narrow streets

Can't bite the hand

When you've no teeth

And it's a standing ovation

For the shadow of a stone

As we dig into the soil beneath our homes

The future's further day-by-day

As our fathers turn away

Still we cling on to the mother who eats her own

The granite gaze

Upon us now

A skulking mass

Recalling how

To plant a secret

And tell no lies

For now we own

Those same stone eyes

And it's the last gasp of wonder

For a cretin on a throne

As our daughter's sneak away across the foam

The future's just a thing we say

To keep the sordid past at bay

Still we cling on to the mother who eats her own

We are the ones

Left behind

In swaddling bound

With bailing twine

They stole the marrow

From our very bones

And we in turn

Turned on our own