The Endless
We've been at sea for seven weeks; for seven weeks we've sailed.
Our world confined to balustrades- in this place, time stands still.
"Put the jewels in the bag, we'll take all you can carry.
Should have known when you saw the flag-
your homes would soon be emptied."
I walked the earth for centuries; a plague would see me through.
We introduced the love of Christ then we killed everyone who refused.
Descend into the ocean, I am witness to the deep:
The secrets of antiquity all flow into the cup as he bleeds.
In the sea for a thousand years; millennia, I've slept
with bones and blood, the gold of kings bourgeoisie and proletariat.
Miles beneath the surface from an ancient, dreamless sleep,
the tender touch of a sinking ship has reawakened me.
Track 4 of “The Tragic Dance of Dying Leaves”
Canary Complex, 2023