The Mortality of Doves - Kayo Dot

Every

Every angel

That drips

From the faucet

In

To the sink

Tumbles down

Down the drain

And deep into the ground

The choirs resound in

Resound in an empty room

As Angels seep into the earth

And no

And no one

No one noticed this coffin heaving

These earthen boards thick

Thick with deceiving

And

And it swallowed

Up

Up the spirit

In the mire

Of division

As man

As mankind

Looked on and glutted itself

Upon derision trampled underfoot

The seeping of the soil

As man

As mankind

Looked on and grumbled ever

Louder with the toil of every day and every year

And every century

Lost in thought

Or thought is lost

On the creeping multitude of heaven

They could never see beyond

And so there was nothing beyond to see

One after the next for ever and ever

Stepping over the statues of gods

Lying broken in the streets like tyrants

The cynical heart too oft forgot

Its blood in course of vein

As circulated phantoms drain from

Spout to sink to silence

And vigilance betrayed by neglect

But uttered not in defiance

Sleep, the uncloaked sleep of doves

In mortality

Drawing down the shade of years

Over the monstrosity

Shutting the lids and shutting the sight

Bridging the break and shunning the life

The Earth entire has become a wasteland

A marsh intense, a swamp of flatland

Not so flat as desolate

And deep with poison and with regret

I cry aloud as I am pull’d beneath

And a body hangs over the shower rod

Like a towel left out to dry

Drips call out their protest to a dark and empty room

Sadness decorates the silence

As a gathering of the gloom

My cries are the echoes of a long-lost suicide

An angel bleeding out, a dove that has died