King Winter - Lux Interna

Sharp in animal tongue

Burning fire of language come

In the quiet months of summer

I’ve seen what You have done

Alabaster, You cut so coldly

I’ve seen You lie against the sky

With Your teeth catching clouds

And Your fingers strum

These minor chords of night

Caught up in these notes

There is winter yes and

Oh — You Silent King

A hint and a heavy cry

Stretched out as the stream of voices go by

Sing!

Your lead reply

(sing Your lead reply)

Night and winter tumble

Note for note and eye to eye

Through the skull-white silence they fly

They dance in lockstep time

With a rhyming word and withered cry

A note for a note and an eye for an eye

And the song is in the flesh

And it sings out through the mouth

And the liver it fills with sorrow

And the lungs they cry from the chest

And the heart it will turn

Into a garden for ghosts

Into a garden

A garden for ghosts