Fisherman's Day - Asylum Pyre

Lost in the key on the fisherman’s day

Will we recover it, I couldn’t say

Black is the sea in this heavenly bay

All he can do now is kneel down and pray

There’s a boat, floating, disemboweled

A page is turned, and I leave

Giants were the trawlers who raped the seabed

Tons of cadavers have painted it red

Most of them, not graded, killed for nothing

Synthetic jellyfish are proliferating

While the uprooted coral is fading

There’s a flash, floating, disemboweled

Faraway fisherman on your frail skiff

The cities have vomited over the cliff

And you have been hit by a stray bullet

With all the fish that once filled your net

There’s a man, floating, disemboweled

Lost is the key on the fisherman’s day

Deep in the waters where he used to play

All he can do now is kneel down and pray

Under the gentle stroke of the spray

There are fates, floating, disemboweled

Lost in the key on the fisherman’s day

Will we recover it, I couldn’t say

Black is the sea in this heavenly bay

All he can do now is kneel down and pray

Fisherman’s day

The judgment day

The first of all to fall

Who will follow?

It’s the beginning of the fall