The Deep has White Hair

Bring fire down to fingers

Which squirm with madness

Bring violent magic, O silent serpent

Stirring in primeval waters

Rise and breathe fire to darkness

Burning down the days and the nights

Rise you tiller of fertile soil

Sculpt my tissue from these dirty tubers

Drag me out like Venus from the deep

The beauty and the bloody

Scorch the white belly of the moon

Let these flames paint a portrait of rapture

Of ecstasy electric, buzzing and savage

Yawning mouth of the monster

Glossy, yellow teeth dripping molten

Chewing the fat of the thigh

Born is fury! Born raving!

Ceaseless is this fever which

sweeps across the skin of the deep

With fiery fingers, squirming and tearing

At the foaming flesh with jaundiced nails

Bring violence to me, O spitting serpent

Rise and breathe my destruction!

Rise you pimpled truth- come to a head

The flesh still itches with memories

Of the dead- of the living dead

Now not but rotten roots

Drag me cold from this grave

Let the Sun shiver at my icy approach

And gloss nevermore, but frost over

And come tumbling into the sea

Chilling the wings of angels