Bog Bodies

In the darkest of night a torso exposed dreamt up by the shadows of stone ancient branches rake circles in the air wooden children sticking out tongues we've been so long here we've lain so long here holding on just holding on Hidden deities wind-like hum a sad eternity in the stream that they strum a sound for all the universe to hear when sacrifice was more than a song We've been so long here we've lain so long here holding on just holding on I've known this voice for all of my life calling out to me calling out to me