Of Lilies and Remains - Bauhaus

In the marbled reception hall I received a three band gold ring, from Mark.

A token of esteem.

Running through ghost closet locker rooms, to hide from

Peter, who has fallen to the old cold stone floor, wheezing and emitting a

seemingly endless flow of ectoplasmic white goo from ears and mouth.

A wind rushes through the hall, whistles as it breezes through the narrow

slits in the green locker doors.

I hide in one of these, number thirteen

Barely concealed but hopeful

Blackout

Blackout!

I will clinb this high wall

In rememberance of Clancy

To regain or re-earn my life

As I died just a flicker of an eyelid ago

The wall has many holes

And many foot pieces to fasten to

The wall is dangerous, and this is my penance

My penance and my task

I did it once and they wondered

Yet I need to go, once more around

Up breathtakingly

Across rigidly

Down easily — and foolishly

I endeavoured again

To climb the wall in vain

And capture back my chain

Of lillies and remains

Of lillies and remains

Of lillies and remains