FUCK ICE 3 (Iron Fangs) Only the hands of desperate cowards Cling so tightly, grasp this hard Until every life blurs into one Until we are the faces in the crowd When it takes six pathetic slugs To murder only one of us They have to know their days are numbered And coming to the end

Re-pressed in this unnatural page Flowers longing for their days To shine beneath an equal sun And keep the faith of founding sons

Consumed Hazel blooms of arcing thunder Level me in awestruck wonder Bought and paid for by her touch Sinking in and swallowed up...

Perhaps there is no elephant No deeper truth No sacred whole No big picture No forest, only trees Wisdom an illusion No belly and no...

Moon-dripped reflections Fallen from favor The weight on these shoulders Still gazing at navels Plucking at strings In ivory chambers, I...