There Will Be Cannons On The Ark

Floating through strange purple sunsets With mountains I can't reach I see him grinning straight at me His tongue lolls out as he lunges There's spit upon his shine I point my gun between his eyes Light sneaks like germs through my lashes A cliff gives way to plain Where dandelions hum and sway Red velvet smears on my fingers New mouth upon my chest Black tongue and shallow, shallow breath I shut the blinds of his eyelids I pay the ferry's fee He needs it so much more than me Sweet sight of clear, shimmering water Such love I've never known A voice rings on toward the glow All you've been Is naked wings And all you'll be Is blooming algae Whippoorwill's Your view to kill But all it sings Says you are nothing