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morrow – cleaved fang lyrics


surround these gross epithets
reveal your cutting to their thick necks
be livid and live in the vermillion ring
watch the life escape with desperation

disperse in the clap of resilient hands
we sing in the eyes that we’ve painted on
we drew into the bark and let ourselves be
ruled by the whims of whilom revery (for too long )

skeleton tokens dance radiant
the smoke evokes guises of fiendish portent
fear seeks the parlour of their lacking wits
the naked cowering with which to play tricks

their bare eyes know nothing of the brawn of our gods
the forests bristle; the hide of each ridge
made of the green spine, the dew and the moss
amongst marbled lichen is our truss

tyton, vestigial ghoul
the horn blade mouth swung
their necks i have wrung
only you will know the blood
only you will feel the cut
have my hands and make use of them

tesh, in my sleep you make love
caress in the dark
with mycelium touch
hyphae enwrap all the
terrible thoughts
and offer me up to the light

spoken word (in english from spanish)
“there have always been places we do not go; in the perilous depths where creatures dwell, in the forest where the trees intwine and hinder our path, we understand tyton’s grip, it forbids us for good reason. yet it speaks to us now in worried voice, through the crack of twig and creak of branch, for it cannot bring the trees together or cut the earth and stop their march, for they walk where we dare not go, they do not know our gods, they do not fear its hollow crowing. so we must become fear.”

ruth bind, teeth rend
incant with hexing exhalation
forests bid with exaltation
pith of boreal
fungi thread and bind and knit
the incandescent braid
machinations of sordid ill
our word is better still

run! bring them into the thrall!
the trees keen to their wounds
dissever them amongst the unlit
the groves labour in greedy throes

to know a fertile feed
betwixt each heaving heart
display that which they sought
in themselves

we lock them up in the loam
crude clasps of fondling root
sunken keeps of mouldering mulch
mix the earth up with the blood

heed a furrowed brow
recall each beloved
rhythmic thread
the raw groan of
glacial beckons
and is glad

risen up in floral arms
in the yearling growth
we are seed within the fruit
grasp our honesty

the choral winds of absent mouths
call with familiar clarion
tempt away famished ghosts
for other fiendish tasks

we seek the white tusk of home
it extends its cold comforting
the forest divides its verdant path
shepherd us old evergreen

each breath
we merge
tides wrap