The sun coughs spiders like rain
The Byronic hero hold his girl tight on the cross
how clean her feet!
Helpless flawed hedonists draw shadowy orbs
and eyes plucked out and thrown away,
clutched in disembodied hands
They too have sinned.
Dirty Thirties, the starving children
Sons' and Daughters' spawn sing of gulags,
and fall in love without religion.
A romanticist desire,
an ageless funeral pyre,
and the hooves of the deer as they sing out for God!