The Knife - Decapitated

Oceans mumble their songs to deaf ears of sands

Mountains guard their dominions until the end of time

Rivers carve hieroglyphs only read by the birds

Lion hunts antelope, hyenas fight over the corpse

Breed then kill or get killed, holy circle of life

Red sun rises again, chokes cold light of stars

I sharpen the knife

Wooden Handle

Bolster, heel

Edge of cold steel

Mirror mirror

Speak to to me

Now the painting is done, bored models dress up

German writer, Asian poet, both expect Nobel prize

New Picasso’s sketch on sale, bids mostly from Japan

Hagia Sophia gets new roof, circus hires new clown

Ballerinas bleed but dance, famous composer gets bald

All music’s already been played, critics are always right

And I sharpen the knife

Wooden handle

Bolster, heel

Edge of cold steel

Mirror mirror

Speak to me

News on breakfast television drown in a shit of lies

UN troops storm Kabul, or Cairo, or Baghdad

That war was wrong but this one is so right

Cure for cancer nearly there- perfect drug, decent price

White smoke covers Rome, habemus papam

Farmer in Montana breeds two-headed cows

I still sharpen the knife

Wooden handle

Bolster, heel

Edge of cold steel

Mirror mirror

Speak to me