Something bright has lost its lustre
so subtly that it seems the same
All the sense that I can muster
tells me that we are all to blame
A baser thing expands its size
and rises to a newfound height
Blindly, and yet it needs no eyes
to trample all within its sight
A nerve responds to gentle touch
but sits as dead when hammerèd
It ought to warn us of the clutch
that tightens, warn us ere we're dead
Soothing smells of oil and musk
hide, mask, obscure the rot beneath
The friendly foe arrives at dusk,
sweet rose-anointed sword unsheathed
Hear the words of warning sound!
Taste the poison in the water!
See the dead arise from underground!
Feel the retribution of our Father!