we the dead rise again
holding our bread in our teeth
no longer needing any bus ticket
this is my body
ash and paste
these are my teeth
ivory
here is my tongue
serpent stone
here my feet rise up over the dawn
here my hand rests against your face the world
the Lord claims vengeance is his
but he too is reborn with we the dead
transformed from mare into the sea on which we ride
rising renewed
it's said they put us in their booths and gave us their names
along with passageways and maps across the earth
here our gateways and our stones
here the markers of our goings
golem men
it's said we had no fathers and no mothers
but were born inside machines
awaked and then set forth
after the King of the Morning had laid waste the land
and we ride out to see it
hands in our pockets
blood on our teeth
it's said we dream of that dark beneath
and the tomes in which we wrote
all the tributaries of our bodies
though it be a lie
tis safer to say we die
and the Phoenix covered sky is ours
our namesake
to cover our flags and coins
I walk dead
and take the coins off of my face
dreaming of my name I can see in the sky
the portal from which we were taken