Undertow

Here in a pool of spit

We christen sunken ships

Anchors away around every neck

Better hit the deck

      Or they’ll take you . . .

Down in the gutter bliss

The larva chrysalis

Into the drain are bound

Such as this

Enter the abyss 

And it takes you down

Forever falling as the darkness veils their eyes

Their never knowing they were made for winged flight

So that they never learn, truth they spurn

As the worm will turn, it’ll take you down

Here in a bowl of fish

We swim in our excrement

Even the big fish drown

Well they know, of the undertow that’ll take you down

All of the little fish aspire to their side

Suckers and parasites feed upon what they like

The current is fast, they flounder at last

Then go belly up, and they take you down

Strong is the undertow of style

Weak is the link of our denial

Swimming in schools

We fool ourselves into a sense of destination

Following every lust that bolsters up our pride

Chasing our tails to find ourselves, but don’t arrive

The gold we would wear as crowns turns to lead 

We refuse to shed and it takes you down

Strong is the undertow of wealth

Bent are the scales that weigh ourselves

Grazing in herds

We’re burdened down the worst with glut and constipation

Here on a world as this

A grain of sand adrift

Life forms a pearl around

Satan’s left takes a pound of flesh

And he take you down

All of the countless stars that filter through the night

Each one a distant sun, give us little light

Their tapestry maps our ground

In a flash they could turn to ash and we all fall down

Strong is the undertow of war

Beating our pruning shears to swords

Hunting in packs

In peace our own attack and bleed each generation