Testo di Burnt Year

Beating bright and in the eye The isles of the body they turn They are shaped by the flood The onset of a blindness Leeched and wearied Unfolding somewhere else It is gone and the body is stood blind Back through a dirge, a remedy and a fever Borders sketched without song A child was buried here Here my son was buried And God danced around the coffin And we danced with your God And I watched my mother's body Raped by a prophet I watched my son die