Revelation For The Lantern Apocalypse

When the sun comes down

We will seek solace

In derelict restaurant bathrooms

When the sun comes down

Thrown coins will erupt in poison blooms

With the distraught faces of everyone they’ve spent

When the sun comes down

We will wear flawed skin

Thick and cracked as desert flows

When he burns red cities with his tongue

The dead will lie like lanterns on the earth

with that worm-pallid glow

Some to warn, some to light the way

When the sun comes down

We will pick the dead like diamonds

Pulled from gravelled hide in gnashing teeth

We will scrape them from the soles of our feet

When the sun comes down

We will make machines of sacred dances

And eloquences of our crooked wrists

When the sun comes down

We will origami

Until our fingers ache

Making wings for birds

And hopeless parasols

When the sun come down

We shall fall like houses

Crumpling with the seasons of your face

When the sun comes down

All the ink will dry

And we shall at last be free

Of unshaken faith in earthborne weight